((My character is aware from past experience that he can't be hurt here, I believe. Could be forgetting what he's seen.))
Head out, adopt a defensive fighting stance
((True, you know. The other doesn't.))
((Dwarves drink by the barrel-load.))
Kosak chugs the entire beer tower.
"Well then! Let's do this!"
Kosak walks outside, presumably the other guy follows. Kosak proceeds to take a fighting stance.
((I'll PM you the [specials] I want loaded.))
You head outside. You find a nice open area in the plaza next to the fountain. You stand about ten steps away from each other.
You adopt a fighting stance, one ready to lunge, the other having a more evasive stance.
You stand still yet tense, like statues of frieze depicting a fight scene. There's only the soothing sound of the water falling and the distant cries of birds to break the silence.
<Round 1. Fight!>Bounce the steak outside, then use it for target practice. Lasers ahoy!
Watch the TV and catch glances at what's happening in the bar.
"Those are not normal people... and I mean in the head." Modus said to the bartender.
"Looks like a new guy just phased in too." Modus rises his glass in the direction of the new guy.
Haste the bouncing meat ball.
"This will be funny."
Welroki tries to catch the bouncing-a meatball-a but it suddenly starts moving much faster. He accidentally ends up stepping on it, slipping and falling on it back first where he proceeds to bounce with it once before the ball bounces away a bit more slowly now. Ouch. That could had hurt.
John feels the need to summon some shades and put them on while posturing for the crowd
The most awesome pair of shades you can imagine assembles on your head. They're simple, dark and shiny and yet anyone looking at you would see a faint red glow coming from behind them.
Your subtitle changes to "John: Cool shades. Deal with it"
Quick, use a pun so it can change to "YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHH!"!
when i regain my senses enough i decide to look at the beer tower first and grunt. i then look at the man next to me and offer a noncommittal grunt. i then look at the bartender and say "shot glass and 4 bottles of anything that can be used as fuel in case of emergency's."
You are brought a glass with a bullet hole in it and 4 bottles of liquid propane.
Campaign, Ike!
"Hey, Irine, if you got a good way to not die, this'd be the time to use it. It'd be really inconvenient to try and resurrect you again. Can you maybe cauterize your wounds or whatever? Although..."
See if I can figure out some method of applying a tourniquet to her stumps. If not, well, she's had a good run. Maybe the third life will treat her better. Continue carrying her at as brisk a pace as I can manage toward the crater.
Normally I'd roll for that, but I can't really think of a good way to do that. I dunno, anyone know what one should do when they lose their arm from the shoulder? Sounds like a hard area to apply a tourniquet to.
Could try to make some sort of device that applies more pressure to it, but you hadn't had very good luck with complex crafting. Then again one chance is better than no chance.
Or just try to hold her against your chest to try and apply pressure, but that probably wouldn't help much considering you'll be running. Or try something else.
He's the one of the two of us that still has a telepathy necklace.
<Call River>
"Huh? Well, alright."
Simultaneously: "Hey, River! Irine's about to die! Is it any easier to resurrect someone who's not vaporized?"
Simultaneously: <Hey, River! Irine's about to die! Is it any easier to resurrect someone who's not vaporized?>
Call River! Maybe he'll answer.
There is no response.
Then again, last time you saw him he was in the crater, getting ready to revive the others. Maybe that magical interference you first encountered there is reducing his range.
Or maybe he's working on reviving the others right now and can't answer.
Or maybe he's too far away and can't hear you. Maybe he went away and left you behind.
Maybe he's just screening his calls.
Or maybe he's sleeping. Or he's injured and unable to move or answer. Or he's dead.
The point is, there is no response.
Fucking ducks hate you
Preserve me, xantadice! For greater hilarity!
You dream about
ducks being assholes.
You knew one day your inability to spot ducks would come to bite you in the ass.
<We will need to leave soon.>
"Agreed, but most of the team is crippled or unconscious so we'll have to leave them behind or find a way to carry them. Hmm, maybe it would be easiest to kill them and take their soul-orbs."
Search the rubble for some better ammo for my sling.
Also search for something to use as a club or melee weapon. Hammer it full of spikes if I happen to find any nails or similar.
<Kill Alan. If you must.
Not Zechariah. Still useful.
I will consider reviving him later. After we leave the city.
Better not kill. My strength used to awake you. Strength wasted. Time wasted.
Healing easier.>River gets up and starts slowly limping towards the higher ground at the edge of the crater.
You find a board with a nasty looking nail on one end. Must have been a support or something. It's not the best weapon, but it will give you some range and cause some pain. You also grab a sharp glass shard and wrap it on a piece of tapestry. Could be used to shank people.
Your search for ammo turns up nothing. Most of the things that could have been used for that appear to have been smashed to pieces. Too bad. It would had been fun throwing miniature rock teapots at your enemies. The disadvantage of these wooden houses. Why doesn't everyone use concrete for everything except cabins?
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