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I think Ironperenti is giving up the position in favour of Dreadful? I'd be willing to give Dreadful a chance!
Thank you Jhaeman! Hopefully a kind soul will answer...
Has anyone tried PM'ing our GM? If we still have no news next Monday, I guess we could try looking for a fill-in...
Just hang a random person, it will be fine :D
"What letter? We didn't get a letter!" Zinli glares at Sveth.
"Oh, look. Not an illusion. Weirdly enough." "Yeah, this place's dangerous alright. How the f*$% did you get in? We've never found a way out." "Spoiler alert: you might be stuck here with us from now on. Don't wanna be a downer, but this courtroom has proven pretty f*+&ing lethal for anyone who tried to run off."
"Only one way to know," Zinli casts a spell. The loud noise of fireworks echo in the room - though none can be seen. It's unexpected enough that any man caught unaware would probably be startled. But not illusions.
"What exactly do you plan on exploding?" "Anything that'd make the biggest boom, really. I got a kit. Get me a bottle with alcohol in it and some kinda cloth, and I can make something work out with whatever chlorate I have left."
"Honestly, I'm starting to think Mord doesn't really care who's swinging on the damn rope. He's kinda on a spree to kill us all. Maybe anyone would do..." Zinli pauses, overhears the arguing, sighs, and raises her gun. "What now? Let's go check it out."
"Rekkart and Sveth should have some too," Zinli glances at Trevor. "I don't think Trev can help us much now." "Sooo. What's the plan? Personally, I'd say I have enough powder left to make a big boom. Especially with that whiskey we found earlier. You guys ever heard of a Molotov?"
Zinli exhales deeply. "We're not gonna go far if we're all wounded and can't even heal ourselves. I think we need a rest if we want to make it."
I believe we found a note saying that the spirit will not be at rest until the real murderer of Mord's family is swinging from the gallows. Perhaps it needs to be taken literally, as a ritualized execution? Unrelated, but did anyone claim the Bracers of Retaliation?
"Rekkart! I think you need to move out! It's too dangerous! Just get outta here and close the door!" Zinli cries out, making room for the paladin to exit the room. She reloads her gun.
Zinli manages to overcome her nausea. She's smelled worse in her long life. "I mean, yeah, we're all going to die. That's the point," she says dismissively. "Hopefully not today, though."
She does try to grab Trevor's arm as they make their way to the morgue - but nothing comes out of her hand save for unpleasant heat. "S@$*. I don't think I have any juice left. Rekkart?"
With the creature still standing, Zinli reaches out to Trevor to heal him.
Zinli fires her gun a second time. "Aw, shoot," she comments when it misses.
Zinli reloads her gun, and squeezes past Tolbold and Rekkart to get a better angle.
Baby goes off with a that almost deafens those unfortunate enough to stand next to Zinli.
Zinli steps behind Trevor, keeping her gun at the ready in case she has an opening.
"With our luck, it's going to be some undead horde leaking blood from every pore." Zinli draws her loaded gun. "I heard water dripping, but I can't see any leak. Might be freakeshly large rodents."
Zinli follows Rekkart closely. "How about left?" she suggests. "No reason. But we gotta pick something at random."
"Yeah, and if there's nothing in there, I guess we can try hanging all the bodies from the gallows one by one until something works out," Zinli shakes her head.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't call that a hint that'd help us get out in one piece, right?" Zinli retrieves a pair of bracers from the skeleton's arms. "Poor soul won't need those anymore. Maybe we'll be able to bring them to someone who knew her - if we make it out." "She looked like a spellcaster. Maybe they're magical?"
Zinli gasps. "Oh, s@+&. I just saw some s&@+! What-" She clears her throat. It sounds ragged. "Someone was choking me! What kind of f!!$ery..." "I saw someone - burly guy - cutting off this elf woman's head - her name was Sashrala -, and then... I mean, it wasn't the first time I dreamt this, it's all I remember dreaming about when I first woke up in that f%&+ing courthouse, but then... There was a shadow on the wall, and a guy behind me wearing a big cloak - or maybe a woman - and I think she was pointing at it all along - I think this was why she had... wait," the gunslinger suddenly interrupts her almost nonsensical babbling to have a look at the skeleton. "That's Sashrala. I'm almost sure of it."
GM: Since Zinli is Small sized, did she notice in her vision that the stranger was of Medium or Small height? And was she still in her body, or did she notice a change of perspective (as if watching the events from the point of view of someone of Medium height)?
Zinli picks up her gun, reloads it, and sheathes her axe. "Phew! Well that's one mystery solved, then. You alright, sweetie?" she asks Madge before taking a look around the room. "Not the most welcoming of rooms, right?"
Zinli moves a bit closer, and throws her axe at the ghast. "Shoot," she comments, when it goes wild. "Ain't as precise as Baby!"
Zinli drops her gun, and grabs her axe - which has the advantage of not needing to be reloaded.
Baby fires with its usually deafening bang.
To Zinli's satisfaction, the bullet buries itself in the creature's flesh.
You're right, I didn't think of it since the last fight with the whip involved a melee weapon (we tend to fight in pretty cramped spaces, which is a problem for a gunslinger/spellcaster). And I haven't played in quite some time, but I don't think it was loaded before that. I'll add a note to self somewhere to always keep it loaded, even in-between fights, because I am as scatter-brained as my gnome :') Thanks for the reminder, I promise it's the last one!
"Oh, that was where this dude was all along!" Zinli exclaims. "Got swallowed up by an iron maiden, then? Yeesh." She watches Neronius run out of the room with some despise. "Knew you couldn't trust that guy with any kind of weapon," she grumbles to herself, before pulling out Baby and loading it.
Zinli can retroactively take the whip x) Is it masterwork or magic?
Zinli gladly lets Neronius have the flail. "As long as you use it instead of running away," she shrugs.
"Anyone wants the flail?" Zinli gives the heavy weapon a tentative fling. She scrunches her face when she realizes that some of her flaking skin has remained stuck to the handle. "F*%$ing hells. It ain't easy for me to use."
"Well, Patrissa's not in there. That's for sure." Zinli inspects the blood stains, trying to determine if the weapons have been used recently.
Zinli reluctantly moves away from the whiskey to have a look inside the torture chamber.
"Ya know what I'm afraid of? That Patrissa will find us," Zinli says wryly. Her gaze rests for a moment on the whiskey crate. "If it comes to it," she says, to no one in particular. "We could always burn the whole place down." "Neronius, have you seen Patrissa?"
Zinli draws her pincher as she moves next to Neronius and swats the rope.
Zinli rushes into the room - and sighs. "How the f+~& did that happen?" she squeezes past Trevor and Rekkart to reach Neronius.
Zinli goes down the stairs as fast as she can, and runs towards the room where the screams are coming from.
Zinli grabs her weapon - not without grimacing at Ebin's mutilated corpse.
Zinli shares a worried glance with her teammates. "Gotta pick up my axe. Y'all go first!"
"Oh, for f%%&'s sake. You're already dead!" Zinli takes a step back, draws her throwing axe, and tosses it at the gnome.
"Honestly, guys, if we have not found Patrissa alive by now, then it doesn't look good. But sure, let's check the other room if you want. But if we can't find her there, maybe we should pick up Neronius where we left him."
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"Well, if I were a ghost haunting my workplace after getting wrongfully killed for doing my job... I'd probably stay near my living quarters."
"S$!#," Zinli curses. Still no sign of Patrissa - and now Neronius had also disappeared? "We must have headed the wrong way! And where'd that pompous bastard go?!"
Before she follows the party, Zinli picks up the pieces of rope to figure out how Ebin broke through.
Zinli glares at Sveth. "Well, instead of waiting, how 'bout we find that out ourselves? Where'd she go?" she asks Trevor urgently.
"S&+@. S$#@, s!&$, s!&&," Zinli mumbles to herself, as she repositions behind Rekkart. She grabs his elbow, and even through the armor, Rekkart's skin reddens from the heat that seeps from her skin. "You gotta down her next time!" she shouts.
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