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[PewdsRocks]

I'm just gonna quit the game. Sorry.

[Coolnesstod]

((Its all good Pewds, no hard feelings))

[NAV]

Craft a decoy Nardo out of nature stuff. Give it a sword.

[Coolnesstod]

Craft a decoy Nardo out of nature stuff. Give it a sword.

((I dont know why, but this made me laugh harder then it should have))

[Dwarmin]

((I'll throw in a char sheet, for waitlist purposes

This char lifted from a double defunct D20 and Forum game. I'll keep her using her!

Spoiler: Name: Kat, or "Lonestar*" (click to show/hide)

*being her stage name and/or second name

Agility:5
Shooting skill: 3
Melee skill: 2
Strength: 2
Endurance : 3

Misc skills
Guitar Playing
Herbalism
First Aid
Horse Riding/Care
Cooking/Food Preparation

Bio/Appearance: A short, slight girl with a nice look, messy brown hair and a charming smile-though, standards of beauty are somewhat less up to par these days. She has an ugly shrapnel wound on her lower stomach, usually hidden beneath layers of clothes, and there is a small, but visible brand on her neck, cleanly burned into the skin-the letters 'RTDG'.

Biography: Kat once lived in a a small village. Tiny, unassuming, verdant-a breadbasket for the areas it bordered, growing many crops and raising many animals. And, it was naturally owned by a successions of maniacal Warlords. The former state park it was built on was spared the heaviest radiation clouds only by chance, and the people who settled there began to use the wide open spaces and fertile ground to build a new civilization...but like many independent settlements, it was conquered by a roving band of criminals-again and again. Eventually, the people stopped trying to fight-letting the invaders squabble amongst themselves, hiding in their homes, and accepting whatever the new order may have been.

The people suffered under these dozens of rulers. Some barely lasted weeks before being ousted by others, or their own men. Kat was born into this hardscrabble lifestyle-her family and others provided food, 'services' and scavenge in exchange for their lives. Naturally, she wasn't content with this life. Things changed when she picked up a working guitar in the mansion of what might have been a rock star-a true relic of the past. She began to write songs...inspired revolt, resistance-Hope. She was not nearly the pebble that started the landslide...but, she did her part-and blames herself for all that came after. The people said no more, and rose up, burning the bandits and chasing them into the wastes.

...

More bandits would eventually all but destroy the town for what the people had done to them. The small plot of civilization that had been her home, became another ashen graveyard-the very earth salted, to make a very apt point to others. The land withered and died.

Kat ran, like the rest of her people managed to survive-one by one, they were separated. She was always ending up in a city or a town with no name...aside from survival, she has a dim hope of finding shelter and peace once again. Kat still wanders, plays her music, and does what she must.

Equipment:
Light Padded Armor (3pts)
Kat's armor is light and maneuverable, designed to give her rudimentary protection while not reducing her mobility-and to not make a sound while she's moving. It seems to be a combination of football gear, leather ties or scraps, and old tires.
Scrapwire Crossbow (1pt)
A somewhat finicky invention of a friend of hers, a light draw crossbow designed to fire irregular ammo with much in the way of accuracy and silence-in this case, old rebar stakes, hand sharpened. It's usually slung across her back with a long leather strap.
Sawed off Shotgun (2 pt)
This little piece is a one-handed shotgun with a cracked grip-it has a filigree of roses on the barrel, but the details are nearly faded after so much time. She keeps the small, blue shells in a bandolier across her chest, and the weapon itself is usually hanging loosely in a quick draw holster on her left hip.
Twin Curved Blades (2pts)
Made of roughly hewn metal, these twin short blades seem tribal in origin, with bone handles decorated with symbols of the arched, harsh face of one of the old Gods people pray to in these rough days. They hang at either side of her belt, left and right.

))

[Coolnesstod]

((I'll throw in a char sheet, for waitlist purposes

This char lifted from a double defunct D20 and Forum game. I'll keep her using her!

Spoiler: Name: Kat, or "Lonestar*" (click to show/hide)

*being her stage name and/or second name

Agility:5
Shooting skill: 3
Melee skill: 2
Strength: 2
Endurance : 3

Misc skills
Guitar Playing
Herbalism
First Aid
Horse Riding/Care
Cooking/Food Preparation

Bio/Appearance: A short, slight girl with a nice look, messy brown hair and a charming smile-though, standards of beauty are somewhat less up to par these days. She has an ugly shrapnel wound on her lower stomach, usually hidden beneath layers of clothes, and there is a small, but visible brand on her neck, cleanly burned into the skin-the letters 'RTDG'.

Biography: Kat once lived in a a small village. Tiny, unassuming, verdant-a breadbasket for the areas it bordered, growing many crops and raising many animals. And, it was naturally owned by a successions of maniacal Warlords. The former state park it was built on was spared the heaviest radiation clouds only by chance, and the people who settled there began to use the wide open spaces and fertile ground to build a new civilization...but like many independent settlements, it was conquered by a roving band of criminals-again and again. Eventually, the people stopped trying to fight-letting the invaders squabble amongst themselves, hiding in their homes, and accepting whatever the new order may have been.

The people suffered under these dozens of rulers. Some barely lasted weeks before being ousted by others, or their own men. Kat was born into this hardscrabble lifestyle-her family and others provided food, 'services' and scavenge in exchange for their lives. Naturally, she wasn't content with this life. Things changed when she picked up a working guitar in the mansion of what might have been a rock star-a true relic of the past. She began to write songs...inspired revolt, resistance-Hope. She was not nearly the pebble that started the landslide...but, she did her part-and blames herself for all that came after. The people said no more, and rose up, burning the bandits and chasing them into the wastes.

...

More bandits would eventually all but destroy the town for what the people had done to them. The small plot of civilization that had been her home, became another ashen graveyard-the very earth salted, to make a very apt point to others. The land withered and died.

Kat ran, like the rest of her people managed to survive-one by one, they were separated. She was always ending up in a city or a town with no name...aside from survival, she has a dim hope of finding shelter and peace once again. Kat still wanders, plays her music, and does what she must.

))

((You forgot to put down the weapons/armor you want for her.))

[Dwarmin]

((Fixed it. I wanted two knives, so I just took the cost of two swords and added them together, s'okay?))

[Coolnesstod]

((Should be, depends on what Funk says about it))

[My Name is Immaterial]

((I'm thinking about dropping a sheet sometime tonight.))

[Funk]

I'm just gonna quit the game. Sorry.

Thank you for playing, i'm sorry to see you go.

((Fixed it. I wanted two knives, so I just took the cost of two swords and added them together, s'okay?))

Yes thats fine, i'll just count them as swords for game play.

((I'm thinking about dropping a sheet sometime tonight.))

If you drop it before the next large up date then i can add you in soonish.

Craft a decoy Nardo out of nature stuff. Give it a sword.

In a few minutes Nardo uses his shirt to make a crude scarecrow from scrub grass, tieing a sword in it hand, he props it over a rock and move away.

 

Get ready to fire upon them.

Aided by Lucille and Roland, Kyle opens fire on the raiders.

With a large orange muzzle flash from his blunder buss, a steel cable raps around a bandits leg, coursing him to scream in pain as it cut deeply in to his flesh.

Roland opens up from behind a rock, hitting the nearest bandit three times in the chest before a round tears out a golf ball sized  clump of gore from his head.

Shouting erupt as remaining bandits throw themselves to the ground and start crawling back ways in to the cave.

Bike Roaring McBadassitude, races up the track, weaving around the rocks his he leads the charge.
As McBadassitude slides his way around a small tree, kicking up a could of dust and sand, a shot rings out and McBadassitude fall clutching his arm.

Jack reaches the bandits first, he start swing his sword at a large beard man, who leans back leting jacks blade pass harmlessy thru the air.

Grunting the beard man force fully kicks jack between his legs, sending him to the ground gasping for breath. 

Nardo Polo crests the slope and with a power full swing, his sword cleaves deeply in to the beard man's shoulder.

The rattle of a low caliber autonomic echo's from the cave as a burst of bullets fly over Nardo's head.

Lieing flat to the ground jack can see a gun barrel, sticking out from in inside a wall of stalagmites in cave.

"WE HAVE HOSTAGES, GET BACK OR WE START KILLING" female voice calls from deeper in side the cave.

As Kyle nears the cave mouth, see's a bleeding McBadassitude useing his belt as tourniquet around a bleeding arm.

what do you do now?

Spoiler: Kyle (kj1225) (click to show/hide)

Name:  Kyle
Agility :  4
Shooting:  4
Melee skill:  4
Strength :  2
Endurance : 1

Misc skills:
Tinkering
Engineering
sneaking
Seduction
Redirection

Equipment
Crossbow
sword x3
light armor
Blunderbuss
Bolo Rounds
7 credits

Spoiler: Jack Dux (Coolnesstod) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack Dux
Age: 29
Agility : 3
Shooting: 2
Melee skill: 4
Strength : 4
Endurance : 2

Misc skills: Singing, Explosives, Tracking.
Equipment: Sword, Shield, Light armour and shotgun
Armor-piercing rounds 10
32 credits

Spoiler: Roland of Gilead (WhitiusOpus) (click to show/hide)

Health:Stitches in leg
Agility 3
Shooting skill 5
Melee skill 1
Strength 2
Endurance 4

Misc skills
Tracking (a primary skill in hunting.)
Gun smithing (knows the intricacies of firearms, and gains bonuses to repairing them.)
Craftsman (can make small items and simple clothing, as well as reload his ammunition.)
Person Reader (can always tell when someone is lying to him, and can mislead people easily.)
Old World Lore (self explanatory.)

Gear
2 .45 Cal Revolvers. Hand held cannons, basically (2 pistols)
Light Armor
Rifle
Crude Club
45 credits

Spoiler: Lord Matiaz McBadassitude XI (darkpaladin109) (click to show/hide)

Name: Lord Matiaz McBadassitude XI
Health: Your arm is numb and bleeding heavily.

Agility : 3
Shooting: 1
Melee skill: 3
Strength : 4
Endurance : 4

Misc skills: Intimidation, interrogation, improvised weaponry, motorcycle driving, athletics
Equipment:Power Axe, Chain Blade, Light Armor (fingerless gloves, sunglasses, Motorcycle Jacket, Motorcycle helmet) Motorcycle
47 credits

Spoiler: Torban Kitty (Alexandria) (click to show/hide)

Name : Torban Kitty
Agility : 4
Shooting : 1
Melee : 3
Strength : 5
Endurance : 3

Equipment : Heavy armor, Shield, Sword.
17 credits

Spoiler: Georgia Ross (PewdsRocks) (click to show/hide)

Name Georgia Ross
Agility : 3
Shooting : 1
Melee : 5
Strength : 3
Endurance : 3
Equipment : Power sword, Power axe.
50 credits

Spoiler: Nardo Polo(NAV) (click to show/hide)

Name: Nardo Polo
Agility :4
Shooting:5
Melee skill:1
Strength :1
Endurance :4

Misc skills:
Duct taping
drumming
swimming
hiding
dreaming

Equipment:
7 swords
1 shield

Additional: He is the best marble player in the world

Spoiler: Lucille (NPC) (click to show/hide)

Name: Lucille
Agility :  2
Shooting: 1
Melee skill: 2
Strength : 7
Endurance : 4

Misc skills:
Equipment : Clothes , Crude Club, Crossbow
Mutations: Semi transparent skin
Abnormaly large.

Spoiler: Other (click to show/hide)

200c worth of loot

[kj1225]

"You kill them and you won't live to gloat!"

[NAV]

See if I can grab that shotgun. (And maybe the weed too)

[Coolnesstod]

Jack lays still and smiles widely

"Well, what choice do we have?.... Oh yeah, thats right, we have plenty! You don't have the guts to shoot anyways!"

Jack Laughs maniacally

[kj1225]

"Jack, that's what people say right before those without guts spill others."

[Funk]

"You kill them and you won't live to gloat!"

"There blood will be on your hands, You throw down your guns and go."  the lady shouts.

See if I can grab that shotgun. (And maybe the weed too)

Slideing a short way down the slope you reach the guards up turned seat, both him and his gun are gone, but you find a small tin.
Inside the tin is a large fistfull of weed, a packet of lage rolling papers and a brass zipo type lighter.
(Is it odd that my brain replaces rolling papers with rizla's?)