Post Apocalyptic Western: Episode 2
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A shot came through the roof next to Alotak who cursed and primely climbed down and swung in through the door to the bar.
"Who the F*** was that" he yelled, diveing for cover behind the bar as several bullets came hit way one grazed the back of his neck and another went throught his shorts cutting him slightly.
"Who the F*** was that" he yelled, diveing for cover behind the bar as several bullets came hit way one grazed the back of his neck and another went throught his shorts cutting him slightly.
Heliros this is you as you have gunslinging down as bad for you.
GAME MASTERS TURN
The heat gun strikes with a sickening sizzle, leaving nothing but a smoking stump where the gunners head once lay. The driver and passenger both notice Nathan and open fire with their revolvers. Your Uzi burst scatters the rest of the men on one of the other jeeps but the crew of the third jeep manage to avoid most of your shots and maintain their footing.Bling Cat said:
The glass shards strike two of the attackers in the throat, sending both of them to the floor in a bloody gurgle, the third was only caught in the shoulder and he wheels around desperately seeking a target, but Arlonious is safely hidden behind a table, for now.Legendel said:
The table strikes with terrible force, brutally sawing the lead mercenary in half and pinning two others against a wall. A third and forth were knocked aside by the assault and are quickly crawling for cover, firing at the monstrous giant as they go.7dollarbill said:
His first volley having downed several of the mercenaries, Roland dashes across the bar, dodging and returning shots as he goes, Roland is only slightly quicker than the inebriated Jago as he lunges for the strange artifact and the crumpled piece of paper. He manages to close his hand around them JUST as Jago stumbles into him, sending them both careening to the floor in a twisting heap.LewsTherin said:
I couldn't see a clear winner here so I ruled this one by coin toss, Bermy was Tails, Lews was heads... sorry Bermy, but hopefully you've still got a chance.
Joe?s bullet strikes the middle gunner before he can evacuate the jeep, sending him falling to the ground like a bloody rag doll.MartnRendrs said:
Let me know if I missed giving anyone a ruling and then I'll wrap this combat up and move the story along, though I probably won't be able to post a big one for another 2 hours or so, it's a long weekend coming up here and I've got a lot of work to do.
TURN:
Jago's drunkeness foils him again as the tall man manages to snatch the items moments before him. Barrelling into the man, they tumble to the floor. But Jago won't give up that easily. He grabs frantically at the objects in the mans hand, attempting to wrestle them from him.
"Those are mine!" he growls "Give them to me!!!"
Jago's drunkeness foils him again as the tall man manages to snatch the items moments before him. Barrelling into the man, they tumble to the floor. But Jago won't give up that easily. He grabs frantically at the objects in the mans hand, attempting to wrestle them from him.
"Those are mine!" he growls "Give them to me!!!"
rats, didn't think he was that drunk. fair is fair. anyway, im off for now, back later maybe
yep, that's all that's left outside, though they are armed, there are still a few guys left inside though. Sorry Bermy, drunkeness wasn't the REASON you lost, I figured you both had a valid claim to the object and the paper, so I did a coin toss, you were tails, Lews was heads, I flipped heads
"Meep" Rick silently lets out as he lowers his gun. Not only did he fail to hit his intended target, he upset someone currently NOT shooting at him, and (although it wasn't his doin) the sound of the table crashing into the men, along with the sickening crunch of broken bones, was quite enough for him to slide the revolver back to the man in the wheelchair.
"I'll get back to you on that payment" He shouts over the general commotion.
"I'll get back to you on that payment" He shouts over the general commotion.
TURN:
[Arlonious]
I retract into my toes and with great strength charge silently at the remaining enemies, as I get half way across the I throw myself into a spiral jump and with practised efficiency I lunge at my blood soaked victims. I could smell fear. Theirs.
[Arlonious]
I retract into my toes and with great strength charge silently at the remaining enemies, as I get half way across the I throw myself into a spiral jump and with practised efficiency I lunge at my blood soaked victims. I could smell fear. Theirs.
I assumed there was some still left, maybe injured and scattered with the ongoing attacks. Usually my character would pick them off in the shadows, one by one, but I doubt that would work in a fully lit tavern. Predator style
I plan to just hide here with Bo's grub until all the Murcs are dead. So I wont be taking a turn this round.
Turn
seeing another bullet kill the last gunner, Nathan becomes aware that someone else is fighting the jeeps with him. "the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so lets see if we cant make any!" Stowing his out-of power heat pistol, Nathan pulls out his six shooter and fires at the driver and passenger of the first jeep, letting off two shots...
can i take one? ill edit my post after if you say no...
seeing another bullet kill the last gunner, Nathan becomes aware that someone else is fighting the jeeps with him. "the enemy of my enemy is my friend, so lets see if we cant make any!" Stowing his out-of power heat pistol, Nathan pulls out his six shooter and fires at the driver and passenger of the first jeep, letting off two shots...
Turn:
Upon, hearing the stopping of gunfire from outside decided that it would be safer out there. He jumpped out the door and rushed calmy around the front of the building, a man was raising his gun he fired shots at the still ocupied vehicles. Alotak ran forward leaping over the man, diveing and drawing his sword at the same time he brought it up and down and drove at a merc who was leveling his gun at the man shootign at the vehicles
Upon, hearing the stopping of gunfire from outside decided that it would be safer out there. He jumpped out the door and rushed calmy around the front of the building, a man was raising his gun he fired shots at the still ocupied vehicles. Alotak ran forward leaping over the man, diveing and drawing his sword at the same time he brought it up and down and drove at a merc who was leveling his gun at the man shootign at the vehicles
TURN:
Hmmm, Bartelby wasn't entirely sure he got it. Fortunately, he was sure that he'd memorized it. Bartelby had made quite a few egregious errors in his life, but he had no intention of allowing forgetting a mysterious clue imparted to him by a dying man shot by one of the Captain's most prestigious officers to be one of them.
Bartelby looked around the chaos of the bar. The fight was pretty even at the moment. Good. He had more time. But to do what? The bar was sheet metal, which meant he couldn't hide in the walls or floor. It also meant that the place was inflammable. Even the floors were metal ... there would be a basement though! All bars have a cellar for the fine wines and extra wares, and it would be the ceiling that was metal on that floor. All Bartelby needed was a few wooden shelves to hold the beers and he had himself a good old fasioned bonfire! He could turn the entire first floor into a 415 degree oven.
Bartelby turned to Rick and thanked him again for his help (he could actually begin to move his foot now though standing was still a lofty goal.), and began the crawl behind the bar. He noticed someone scrouched behind the bar, shooting and cursing his enemies. Just past the man was the door to the cellar. He crawled toward it passing behind the shooting man ("Hi, Ex-Sgt Bartelby Fargrounds. Don't mind me I'm just sabotaging the bar.") and opened the door with a strained effort. Bartelby tied his rope around another grenade and threw it down the stairs. In twenty seconds it would break the bottles of alcohol and hopefully bring down a few of the shelves. And now he was holding the ignition line. All that was left was to light it.
Ah, that might be a problem. Bartelby didn't carry flint or any other form of fire starter and he was unable to stand to reach the neon light which might provide an electric spark. This was indeed going to be a problem. His only chance was to try and knock The neon light off the wall with a thrown bottle. He reached for a discarded bottle of scotch, took careful aim, and threw.
Hmmm, Bartelby wasn't entirely sure he got it. Fortunately, he was sure that he'd memorized it. Bartelby had made quite a few egregious errors in his life, but he had no intention of allowing forgetting a mysterious clue imparted to him by a dying man shot by one of the Captain's most prestigious officers to be one of them.
Bartelby looked around the chaos of the bar. The fight was pretty even at the moment. Good. He had more time. But to do what? The bar was sheet metal, which meant he couldn't hide in the walls or floor. It also meant that the place was inflammable. Even the floors were metal ... there would be a basement though! All bars have a cellar for the fine wines and extra wares, and it would be the ceiling that was metal on that floor. All Bartelby needed was a few wooden shelves to hold the beers and he had himself a good old fasioned bonfire! He could turn the entire first floor into a 415 degree oven.
Bartelby turned to Rick and thanked him again for his help (he could actually begin to move his foot now though standing was still a lofty goal.), and began the crawl behind the bar. He noticed someone scrouched behind the bar, shooting and cursing his enemies. Just past the man was the door to the cellar. He crawled toward it passing behind the shooting man ("Hi, Ex-Sgt Bartelby Fargrounds. Don't mind me I'm just sabotaging the bar.") and opened the door with a strained effort. Bartelby tied his rope around another grenade and threw it down the stairs. In twenty seconds it would break the bottles of alcohol and hopefully bring down a few of the shelves. And now he was holding the ignition line. All that was left was to light it.
Ah, that might be a problem. Bartelby didn't carry flint or any other form of fire starter and he was unable to stand to reach the neon light which might provide an electric spark. This was indeed going to be a problem. His only chance was to try and knock The neon light off the wall with a thrown bottle. He reached for a discarded bottle of scotch, took careful aim, and threw.
TURN
Rick, watching Bartelby crawl away further into the bar, decided that, since no one seemed to be interessted in telling him anything, that seeking cover was more useful than hanging around a corpse. The man had given up breath shortly after whispering something to Bartleby, and Rick felt that it was only fair to give the man some peace in death, and closed the man's eyes with his fingers.
The fight had apparently spilled out onto the streets (wich actually somehow now seemed calmer than the inside of the bar) so he decided to take his chances and made for the window in a crouched rush.
"If anyone needs the doctor, He'll be outside, not being shot at!" He shouted as he ran.
The sarcasm was thick in his voice, and he laughed heartily. The bar was litterally littered with wounded, dead and dying. Under any normal circumstances he'd be staying inside, trying his best to help, but right now he felt that him not being dead could possibly save more lives later on that him being dead could save right now.
Rick, watching Bartelby crawl away further into the bar, decided that, since no one seemed to be interessted in telling him anything, that seeking cover was more useful than hanging around a corpse. The man had given up breath shortly after whispering something to Bartleby, and Rick felt that it was only fair to give the man some peace in death, and closed the man's eyes with his fingers.
The fight had apparently spilled out onto the streets (wich actually somehow now seemed calmer than the inside of the bar) so he decided to take his chances and made for the window in a crouched rush.
"If anyone needs the doctor, He'll be outside, not being shot at!" He shouted as he ran.
The sarcasm was thick in his voice, and he laughed heartily. The bar was litterally littered with wounded, dead and dying. Under any normal circumstances he'd be staying inside, trying his best to help, but right now he felt that him not being dead could possibly save more lives later on that him being dead could save right now.
TURN:
"Jesus i hate blackteck weapons" he thought as he was getting back in his wheelchair "they bring nothing but trouble"
*he looked beside him seeing that his revlolver was there*
bloody lousy shot
"You had better pay me"
he put the revolver back in a side compartment in his wheelchair.
well it was about time for him to leave the bar he decided, and so he got back in his wheelchair ans started rolling out of the bar shooting at anyone who was going to try and stop him
"Jesus i hate blackteck weapons" he thought as he was getting back in his wheelchair "they bring nothing but trouble"
*he looked beside him seeing that his revlolver was there*
bloody lousy shot
"You had better pay me"
he put the revolver back in a side compartment in his wheelchair.
well it was about time for him to leave the bar he decided, and so he got back in his wheelchair ans started rolling out of the bar shooting at anyone who was going to try and stop him
[sorry guys I have been out, emergency] /spoiler
Carty moved from dead thug to thug, kicking them to make sure they were really dead. In the gunfight, he had turned over his table for cover and emerged after so he didn't get the chance of being hit.
[ Again guys i'm sorry unforseen emergency, I will try to be back later tonight.] /spoiler
Carty moved from dead thug to thug, kicking them to make sure they were really dead. In the gunfight, he had turned over his table for cover and emerged after so he didn't get the chance of being hit.
[ Again guys i'm sorry unforseen emergency, I will try to be back later tonight.] /spoiler
INTRODUCTION/TURNS
Teafo sat quietly watching as many a new face entered into the bar across the street. He preferred to stay out of the way of most anyone that had that kind of look about them. Most looked pretty hardened, and the for some reason, every time their kind came around, it just meant a lot of bodies.
This occasion seemed no different seeing as one of them actually came to the bar practically dying himself. The wound on his leg reminded Teafo of the one he'd had on his arm just before the doctor had told him he'd have to cut Teafo's arm off and replace it with machinery.
'I hope it'll be truly useful someday' Teafo thought as he squeezed his empty left sleeve feeling the metal of the arm hanging limply at his side. 'I better get back to work.' Teafo had been appraising the sheetmetal covering one of the house's windows and wondered where it might be more useful and if he could get it off the window and stashed somewhere without being noticed.
As he started unbolting the scrap metal from the window frame he heard jeeps rumbling up to the bar, he'd never mistake the sound of a combustion engine, they were his favorites, something about the harnessing of an explosion to get it to work in a mechanical way just made him want to grab for his.... wrench and start tinkering.
After a few of the men had leapt from the bar's windows and taken out a couple gunners, Teafo decided that it might be about time to get a little closer, with the dying men who once manned the jeeps, and his newfound bit of scrapmetal, maybe he could get his hands on one of the jeeps and make a hasty retreat. With any luck, the jeep might even have enough fuel to get him away from this dump, and the scrapmetal might work as a bit of armor plating to patch up the shot up spots.
Teafo crosses the street towards the jeep careful to avoid the areas being shot at.
I apologize for being so late to add anything, if you decide that it's too late please let me know, and I will delete my posting
Teafo sat quietly watching as many a new face entered into the bar across the street. He preferred to stay out of the way of most anyone that had that kind of look about them. Most looked pretty hardened, and the for some reason, every time their kind came around, it just meant a lot of bodies.
This occasion seemed no different seeing as one of them actually came to the bar practically dying himself. The wound on his leg reminded Teafo of the one he'd had on his arm just before the doctor had told him he'd have to cut Teafo's arm off and replace it with machinery.
'I hope it'll be truly useful someday' Teafo thought as he squeezed his empty left sleeve feeling the metal of the arm hanging limply at his side. 'I better get back to work.' Teafo had been appraising the sheetmetal covering one of the house's windows and wondered where it might be more useful and if he could get it off the window and stashed somewhere without being noticed.
As he started unbolting the scrap metal from the window frame he heard jeeps rumbling up to the bar, he'd never mistake the sound of a combustion engine, they were his favorites, something about the harnessing of an explosion to get it to work in a mechanical way just made him want to grab for his.... wrench and start tinkering.
hope lewd suggestions are welcome
After a few of the men had leapt from the bar's windows and taken out a couple gunners, Teafo decided that it might be about time to get a little closer, with the dying men who once manned the jeeps, and his newfound bit of scrapmetal, maybe he could get his hands on one of the jeeps and make a hasty retreat. With any luck, the jeep might even have enough fuel to get him away from this dump, and the scrapmetal might work as a bit of armor plating to patch up the shot up spots.
Teafo crosses the street towards the jeep careful to avoid the areas being shot at.