Pantagruel spd: 4-1+1 (compensation for GM error last turn, you should have had an attack.)
Akari spd: 4-2
Raynen spd: 6+3
Skel 5(b) spd: 6-1
Skel 1(gs) spd: 3+1
Skel 2(bs) spd: 5-2
"Seriously? I might need a new weapon…"
If the rifle mechanics get changed, fire again, else check fallen skeletons for any weaponry and attack the blind skeleton with whatever I find.
Raynen luk:? ?
our rocket-powered robo-man dashes over to the ashes of the destroyed skeletons and attempts to steal their swords. sadly, as it turns out, the blades were shredded under the minigun's assault along with their bony handlers. the only thing his padding around in the grass finds is ash and a few broken blade bits stuck inside his hand, almost as though he went patting his hand blindly on broken glass.
Skel 5(b) agi:4-1
the skeletal bowman at the rear takes a shot at Pantagruel... and misses.
Bash it up with these skele-people. As in, bash the most dangerous-looking one in the head.
Skel 1(gs) str: 3+1
Pantagruel str: 3+2 (compensation for GM error last turn, you should have had an attack.)
Skel 1(gs) tou: 5+1
Pantagruel luk: ? ?
As the glowing skeletal swordsman raises his blade to finish off Joe, it finds itself interupted by the frenzied bashing of some well dressed fat man's cane on the back of its head, and turns about to face its attacker. As the two of them exchange blows, Pantagruel manages to get a few decent licks in, but none seem to be able to leave a lasting mark. at least his mostly-wooden cane is holding up thus far against the abuse of blocking and bashing it against bone.
Skel 2(bs) per: 3-2
The blind skeleton attempts to locate one of the living using sound alone... and appears to be walking off away from the fight completely.
"Don't you move! Keep the skeletons at bay--any kind of movement from there would just increase the wounds!"
I wonder if he removed the arrow shaft.
"Just keep it there and let me heal your chest!"
Akari per: ? ?
Akari str: 3-2
The arrow in renard's chest appears to be right about where his right lung should be, and it had to go through his ribcage to get there. You attempt to *borrow* some strips of cloth from Renard's clothes to bandage the wound, and hold the arrow still, but they're too well made and don't tear easily. the entry wound itself is unexpectedly narrow, the arrow probably was designed more to pierce armor than to rip flesh.
Renard keeps laying on the ground, his hands on the wound.
"Really though, if someone could help me stop bleeding, that would be great."
lay still, staunch bleeding, contemplate getting a deskjob at a temple
Renard luk (net result, modifiers hidden): 2 (my dice really do hate you I think, because seriously, this is stupid.)
A deskjob would be nice, except for all the paperwork. and the filing. and being called up to defend this and that other parishioner after they got caught. and being nice to people you hate. and trying to keep your pens! I mean seriously, this may be a temple of the nameless god, but come on. pens? couldn't they steal the altar ornamentation or something? but no, it's always,
ALWAYS your pens. why can't they steal someone else's pens? it's not like yours are any nicer! but no, lets just all run off with every. last. one. of Renard's pens.
a deskjob would be hell.
what's that weird taste in your mouth? and why do you feel like you're drowning? (still in bad shape, but not actively bleeding out right now.)
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Joe attempts to hold himself shut.
tou: 3-1
nope, a giant slash down your chest does not hold together well with just your bare hands. also, your abdomen feels like it's on fire.
(bleeding out, 2 turns left)
MERIK cracks his neck and sheathes his sword for the moment. Knights were valorous and strong. Snipers were keen of eye and deadly enough to kill from a mile. Duelists... duelists were creative and agile. Merik ran at the nearest torch sconce, jumping and grabbing it with both hands, pulling up and swinging enough to, hopefully, get his body on top of the wall.
Merik luk: ? ?
Merik agi: 1+2
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Merik per: 2+1
Merik runs up to the nearest torch sconce, jumps up, grabs it with both hands, lifts himself up, slips, and falls flat on his ass. You have no idea if whoever is on top of the wall heard that or not.