Julien Colvis Toussaint
Hulldun sits with his hands clasped in front of his face as you speak, he maintains the same neutral expression throughout the entire conversation but you notice him arch one eyebrow as you tell him you're willing to be tested before providing aid. Unclasping his hands Hulldun pushes himself up from the table, and walks around it to the door closest to him on the right, turning the handle he says,
"Alright then, they're on in here on the right. Do what you can to save them, but if they're going to die I ask you ease their passing as best you can, its probably quite a bit better than we could ever do in these parts. Once the job is done I'd like to hear your tale, perhaps it can provide some wisdom to an old man like me whose stuck in the ways of the past ..."
You nod, and head through the door into a crude barracks that has been dug out into the cliff face, the first thing you notice upon entering is the surprising warmth and sterile nature of the place. You find the two wounded men towards the back of the cave being looked after by a young blonde woman, though from the looks of it she can't do much more than dab the sweat from their brows, and change the bandages when needed. You give a short introduction with the woman, and come to find her name is Julia and she is the resident 'nurse' of the town though she says her knowledge is more in the area of common illnesses than intense trauma like this.
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Surgery Roll: Man with Leg Wound (Heavy, TN: 7) vs 3d12 = 11, Success
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You set to work on the man with the leg wound first due to Julia needing to go get the materials you need for the man whose face was extremely damaged in some fight or another you assume. By the time Julia gets back you're washing your hands, and the few tools you have access to of blood in a pail, you'd managed to stabilize the man's condition and stop the bleeding so now only time would tell if he could regain full control of the leg though ...
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Surgery Roll: Man with severely wounded face (Critical, TN: 11) vs 3d12 + 2 (Julia's Help) = 11, Success
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With the second man the process is a much longer one as you quickly find that some of his flesh has begun to fester, and had to be removed before you could set to stitching close open cuts. At first things seem to be going well, but as you finish the stitching of the lower portion of his face and move to his skull the wounds there prove hard to staunch, frowning you grab a leather covered wooden cylinder and order the man to bite down on it. Once he does you begin the grizzly process of cauterizing the wound shut which you manage to do thanks in part to Julia's help who turned out to be more competent than she first appeared. By the time your work is done several hours have passed, and you feel weary beyond belief, Julia leaves you alone with the men to watch over them while she goes to fetch Hulldun.
Perhaps now is the time to figure out the tale you wish to give him, and the price you wish to charge for saving these two though in the case of the later the scar from the surgery would haunt him forever ...
Dead Eye Zeke
"Howdy, uh, Francis. I was lookin' to strike a business proposition, o' sorts. I guess y'could consider me a bit of a gunsmith, y'see, and seeing as bullets're worth their weight in gold these days, I was thinkin' I could take yer scrap metal and powder, 'n make some rounds for ya, fer pay o' course. Whadya say?"
As you ask the question Francis turns his head slightly, a strange sight indeed with that strange contraption on his head, and looks at you with a questioning glance for what feels like a few good minutes. Shaking his head slightly the man replies with a grin,
"Apparently you aren't aware of what Junkers are my friend, I'm not trying to brag but I can produce ammunition for weapons likely faster and in greater quantity than you could ever be able to. Its quite strange that someone doesn't know of the abilities junkers have, at least when it comes to weapons since most everyone these days does.
While I thank you for your offer it is a tad misplaced friend, of course I'd be more than willing to assist you in buying something or just chatting if your wish. Its not often we get such eccentric people as your group, I am Francis owner of this store and the Three Cogs shipyard here in town. What do you go by my friend?"
Longshot Luke
The man shakes his head, and says,
"No of course not, I am a reputable man and more than fair I simply wish for this spell of bad events to end, and you seem more than capable of doing so good sir."
((Note on the rest, I will do the remaining three actions tomorrow.)