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"Atom spake unto me and said, "Lo! Since thy PbP game hath sunk into Oblivion, yea, even unto the depths of Atomic Cocktail-fuelled blackouts hath it sunk, play thou FO:NV like Knight Apprentice S. Morrow and think seriously about reinstalling Fallout 3, since thou preferredeth it" . So I did. Er, dideth. Am. Verily. "
Darius had it right - basically, what do I count my cleric spells as, or do I discount them altogether and put in some sort of psionics/other power as a substitute?
Happy to leave things as is - if there's anybody else who wants in, that's fine too. Apologies if I missed your reply to my earlier query, Arma, but what's the deal with Cleric spells?
I'll be away for about a week from tomorrow - please DMPC me if things get going again in my absence.
Winter looks a little puzzled. "Father-God El 235 *was* a person... Well..." He makes a discreet gesture towards Gergg. "He was Atom's anointed prophet, until Atom turned his face away from him. He took Atom's blessings for granted and grew proud and wordly, so Atom caused the gentiles to smite him and his followers for turning away from the right path. *I* stayed true to Atom's word, which is why I've prospered amidst the desolation, but nobody's ever seen Atom, although His works are apparent to all. How could they?"
Happy birthday Sagittarius and Darius! Mine's tomorrow :)
Thanks, Kora - swapped it out for Deadly Aim.
I've "done" Winter in his new role as an undead lord/zen machinegunner, which seems like an unusual combination (to put it mildly). Two questions - how will cleric spells work, and would rapid shot stack with flurry of bullets?
Winter goes slightly pop-eyed at being hugged by an actual human woman, but rallies himself. "M-M-Me? I was born in Mount Shiloh - out there." Winter waves an arm around. "Father-God El 235 established Mount Shiloh as a refuge from the Unrighteous after Atom's great scourging of the sinful, where His chosen people could build a new society away from the Wicked and all the manifold temptations they bring to try and seduce you from the True Path. However, Atom turned his face away from Father-God El 235 and let the Gentiles smite him hip and thigh, so I had to leave. Atom called me to bring the good news to everyone!" Winter grins, glassy-eyed, then continues. "You haven't told us about yourself, Sister. We know about Brother Darius and Brother Gergg, who were ancient before time itself was born, but we know nothing about you, or our friends in the armour. Let us share and share alike!"
Is there a role we haven't filled? I'm keen not to duplicate anyone else, that's all. We've got stealthy types and people who can tank and heal - do we need someone who can do AoE damage, or act as a party face?
H'mmm - bard's a good idea (we're kind of rogue-heavy). If we do need someone in a melee role, I could try to fill that, though that would require quite a bit of rebuilding.
If successful (unlikely :) : "Enemy friend, painful wound, oblivion aids, it is runed...", repeats Winter. "What happens if you move the man shaking hands with the bear and the one with the wounds? And which one's oblivion? The figure disappearing into nothing, or the one going to sleep ?"
"I don't know what they mean, brother Darius, but they look old. People pay good caps for old things. Hey, how about I take care of them and then we can take a good look at them later?" He gives what he hopes is a winning smile and reaches out towards the toys, fingers twitching.
Winter examines the toys. "They're all the same person. Are they a set? Could they be... valuable?"
Winter follows behind Gergg, SMG cocked and ready, silently repeating prayers to Atom to himself as he creeps along.
H'mm.. sanctified rogue is a first-class idea, but I'm thinking some sort of rogue/monk gestalt, possibly because I'm halfway down my third beer and the idea of melding the two suckiest classes together seems like a good move (were we allowed monks? Will check. EDIT: Yes, we were). Maybe Rogue (Sanctified)/Zen Archer, although it might have to be Zen Machinegunner instead, which might be a bit of an oxymoron. Kirin Style or Snake Style might be a good fit... Will have a think.
"We check the cabinets and corpses!", replies Winter, stepping forward to do exactly that.
Winter gapes, a forkful of food suspended in mid-air in front of his open mouth. "But... but... that's the way the Man of Steel sneaks in and takes over! Even if your faith in Atom is as strong as the bunker doors, if you're reading things written by *them*, you're in the fast lane on the highway to damnation! Although I don't really know what that means... Brother Leon, what is a highway ?" He looks questioningly at the scribe, inbetween darting concerned glances at Deidre.
Winter casts a beady eye over the trader's stock, keeping out of his line of sight for the moment in case they've met before....
"I'm always ready to assist *any* of Atom's children!" Whether they like it or not... Winter agrees enthusiastically to Ian's proposal, then orders a large plate of whatever's going and tucks in
"I can probably jam the lock, if we want to keep the Unrighteous out. Or in", offers Winter. He'll try, if that's possible
Failing that, he'll assist with the barricading.
Winter stands alongside Gergg, manfully resisting the urge to offer the small girl some spiritual words of comfort.
"Don't listen to Satan's Imp!", huffs Winter in reply to Gergg. "The door's fine! Brother Kora, do you want to borrow my crowbar?"
"See the hosts of Midian prowl and prowl around! Winter, up and smite them!", sings Winter, devoutly going through the dead ghouls' pockets.
"By the way, Atom revealed something curious to me when the first shot was fired" He lowers his voice to a whisper. "Brothers and sisters, I think there's someone behind that locked and chained door. Brother Gergg and Sister Deirdre, will you assist me in opening it quietly?"
Winter slides forward and shoots at the remaining ghoul.
Winter leaps up upon the table and fires down at the ghoul , missing entirely
Round 2
"Blasphemer! Heathen! Leave Atom's precious vessel alone! Roaring defiantly (or pathetically), Winter races forward to get out of his companions' lines of fire , then squeezes off another burst.
Round 1, init joint first, HP 11, AC 17 Winter moves forward , fires off a burst from his SMG at the nearest feral , then prepares to retreat.
Winter sneaks down with the others, holding his Thompson in the ready position
His eyes gleaming greedily, Winter picks over his haul, inspecting each piece minutely
[ooc] Happy to move on as/when necessary
Winter meticulously checks over the lockers and containers while the others stay alert for danger, completely absorbed in his task
Winter stows the batons away, then moves carefully into the vault in his allotted position, SMG at the ready
Winter looks alarmed when he sees Gergg checking out the two corpses and quickly scuttles over to "help" before the ghoul nicks all the good stuff.
"...Darius sounds like Saint Patton in the old holotapes!", he adds in a happier tone of voice.Winter drop down and give me 100 knuckle push-ups on my Quarterdeck for comparing an Army Dawg to a Devil Dog! You are not doing it right unless I see a pool of sweat under your undisciplined face! .... ;-) Damn it! I was going to reference Saint North instead of Saint Patton, too :) Mind you, any members of my family who've served in the military did so in the RAF/Fleet Air Arm, which probably just makes it worse...
"Brother Gergg, Sister Deidre and I can all scout. Sister Deidre's got the biggest gun, though, and I don't like robots." Winter sounds slightly jealous/nervous. "But I'll leave the decision-making to Brother Darius, or our friends from the BoS. Darius sounds like Saint Patton in the old holotapes!", he adds in a happier tone of voice.
Winter wanders about, methodically picking up empty shell cases and putting them in his pockets. He prods one of the dead dogs experimentally, wondering whther it'd be worth his while to skin it.
Round 1, init 24 Winter pops out from behind the rock and fires at the dog chewing on Darius
I like Darius's idea. Even though Gergg's is more sensible. Alternatively, he could have been a were-condor all along. He transforms involuntarily under the stress of the situation and glides off to the accompaniment of haunting pan-pipe music OK OK I'll be quiet ;)
Round 1, init 24 As soon as the dogs come within 35m, Winter will fire off a burst from his Thompson at whichever's nearest
"Dogs?!" Winter swings his tommy gun into the ready position and looks around to see if there's anywhere he can take cover.
Winter, having been so cruelly disappointed at the site of the Pre-War man, steps forward, pulling a grubby pamphlet from the recesses of his costume. "Atom's blessing upon you, traveller! We are Good Samaritans, spreading the White Father's Word about the waste and presently lending a helping hand to the people of Gulchbottom. Tell me, are you saved?"
In town: "So, pilgrims, what did you find?", asks Winter as he approaches the others outside the Hall's house.
Fitz & Winter: Curious, Winter turns to Fitz as the two walk back to town. "I don't mean to be rude, brother, but why do you talk like that? It sounds..." He stops for a moment, looking alarmed, and seems to be surreptitiously trying to grab hold of his Tommy gun "Hey - you're not Chinese, are you?!"
Fitz & Winter: Winter nods. "Let's go, while Atom's holy gaze is still upon us"
+1 +10!
Ha ha! It worked!
Fitz & Winter:
"Well, brother, this is as close as we're going to get. Do you have a scope of any sort? Otherwise, it looks like Atom has frowned on our endeavours and we'll have to head back"
Gulchbottom:
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