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Zindarel laughs at her friend's poem, then speaks quietly with the Sergeant about the events of the evening and their cause as she understands it. She will only assist with a little of the cleanup, however, as she feels it is not her place to 'reunite' the departed with their families.
Thanks, all! Was a lot of fun.
Thanks - all set.
Unhappy to see so many of the citizens had been turned, but grimly satisfied that they would turn no more, Zind remains focused on the back ranks of undead. ◆ Reload
Zind focuses on the zombies further away, drawing a steady bead before squeezing off her first shot, reloading, and firing again. ◇ One Shot, One Kill
ZakZak should definitely drink one of those before this fight, if not both.
Three better quality ones, yeah. I used one during the fight
Giving only the slightest grimace as the unholy energy washes over her, Zindarel quickly reloads and follows Booker to the stage.
"You nasty piece of garbage, you're going to pay for that!" Zind exclaims as she draws a bead, her usual calm demeanor slipping a bit. ◆ Strike
She lets out a sigh that sounds like it started at her toes.
Boom, yeah baby! How big is that emanation? I was staying back 40' to avoid another Harm burst...
"Watch the doors, ZakZak - they might try summoning reinforcements."
◆ Strike H2 for or (hopefully) (doubled to a whopping 4) plus for 13 dmg
"Thanks, Doc. Owe you one."
Turning her attention to her weapon, she quickly reloads and fires again at her preferred target before reloading a second time. ◆ Reload (no cover here)
During her second reload, she makes sure there is a slug present, as it seems like the first shot was just really loud air.
Looks like it cached the atrocious result from the previous attempt. Bleargh. On one hand, that's a terrible roll. On the other, I'm glad it wasn't the d8-only potion I started with. :D
◆ Stride
"These things are surprisingly persistent - and that spell they cast is no joke."
Tried to post drinking a potion - thanks for shooting me, guys!
Nonplussed by the creatures approaching her, Zind continues to pour fire into the chest of the same target. ◆ Strike Herexen #2 for
Zindarel's brow furrows at the sight of the two creatures continuing their blasphemous performance. She angles forward to line up a shot on one, kicking over a chair or two as she sets up next to the table. . ◇ One Shot, One Kill
Zind snags one of the healing potions and zips across the open space, crouched low, covered by her friend.
"Nice find, ZakZak. See if you can get it open." Looking out front, she adds, "There are plenty of gaps we can run thru. I'd say there's no need to rile any of them up, regardless of where they might focus."
Loading her pockets with ammunition, Zindarel smiles her thanks. She nods along as she listens to the conversation. She chimes in when Rickard mentions the playwright.
"Yes, thank you very much. All right, ZakZak, you get to follow me this time."
"My friend, nothing about you makes sense," Zind laughs as she follows her goblin companion across.
She sways under a strong gust of zombie-fetid wind, but manages to steady herself and make it across.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aB2yqeD0Nus
"All right. Gunsmith it is." She takes up a position at a nearby window to keep overwatch on the others as they make their way across the line.
Treat Wounds ought to be fine. No need for anything but the basic roll.
"All the reloads we can get our hands on would be good. I wouldn't mind taking a minute and getting this gash looked at before we go, either. "As to the swinging idea... how about we simply exit the inn to the south and circle all of the buildings on foot. Same results - getting us nice and close to the theatre entrance - but a little less crazy." "There is part of me that wants to look into the theatre owner's home first, see what they were up to in there, if anything - then go to the theatre itself. But I'm game for either one."
I think we have ten min, while we talk and plan.
Patting ZakZak on the shoulder and offering him a piece of bread from one of the few intact plates in the bar and a toothpick, Zindarel reloads her weapon and follows the others up the stairs. Looking out the window, she lets out a whistle, saying "That does NOT look good. We can set up here and whittle their numbers from afar, but something tells me that at some point someone is going to have to go in there."
Zind lumpers the tree up to her shoulder for another shot - this time from point blank. Feeling the satisfying recoil of the weapon and seeing the more satisfying impact on the zombie, she reloads and fires again. ◆ Strike #4 for bludgeoning/piercing
"Okay, so we're all seeing this, good. I am sooo glad I didn't get through that last drink." Moving purely out of instinct, Zind's tree slides gracefully into position as she moves to back up ZakZak. Taking aim, she lets rip at the closest zombie, then twists her body to put both table and chair between her and the door. ◇ Draw Mithral Tree (first shot does extra damage)
"Zindarel. Friends call me Zind. Game's three dragon ante ... and I'm losing."
Finishing her second glass of wine and straining to get the waitress's attention, Zind finally returns her attention to game. She laughs at the hand she picks up and promptly folds.
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