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[Gentlefish]

Continue working through the restraints and definitely not their wrists.

Spoiler: Jack "Jacksonville" Jackson (click to show/hide)

I told you not to call me that!

Name: Jack Jackson from Jacksonville, TN
Description: Tall and blonde, he can fill a door with his body or his preferred killing weapon, buckshot.
BackStory: Once a farmhand, he was fond of soft things. After killing a woman because he panicked, his partner, instead of killing him, convinced him to join the military. His obsession with "soft" things turned to something of an obsession with soft meats. He was quickly transferred to the best brigade for this kind of man.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
Strength: +2
Dexterity: +2
Will: +1

Skills:
Shotgun: +3
SubMachine Gun: +2
Melee Weapons: +2
Rifles: +1
Traps: +1
Explosives: +1
Inventory:
     Knit cap x1
     Winchester M12:
          Loaded with buckshot (6/6)
     German MP40 (15/??)
     German Gewehr (10/10)
     Haversack:
          First Aid Pouch x1
          E-Tool x1
          Ration x1
          Mirror x1
          Shaving Kit x1
          Soap x1
          Notepad and Pen x1
          Tooth Cleaning Stuff x1
          TP Roll x1
          Mess Kit x1
          Sewing Kit x1
     GunBelt and Pouches:
          Clicker x1
          Compass x1
          Flashlight x1
          Cigarettes, x20 (1 pack)
          Lighter x1
          Canteen with Cup x1
          Shotgun shells, buck x6
          Shotgun shells, slug x6
          Trench Knife (Risk 3) x1

Again!

[piecewise]

"Jesus, Simon. You need to be more careful with that stuff."

Cut Simon's hands free.

Spoiler: Alice! (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 230

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
Gas mask

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Binoculars
Police baton
Coffee maker
Some dude's diary

[4]
You carefully cut Simon's hands and lip free, giving him a very disappointed look the entire time.

Simon pokes at Alice's back with his foot, giving her a plaintive look that's somewhat ruined by his hands being sutured to his face. "Awice?  Hewp?"

Try again, after Alice frees Simon's hands.  Also, did that use up a first aid kit?

Get ready to man the main gun, assuming Simon doesn't remain sutured to himself.  Unless Porkins joins the tank crew, he'd be a much better gunner than Simon.

Spoiler: Simon Smith, tankiest sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard and a bulky gasmask.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.  He has nine firearms chained to him, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: -2
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid) (Used up?)
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• A bunch of useful bits and bobs
  
• Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent)
• A mag of incendiary ammo for the De Lisle [10/11]
• Trench Knife (Risk 3)
• Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)

Looted Inventory:

• Three spare First Aid Kits.
• MG 15 [37/75]
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Four Mauser C96s [10/10]*4 (Risk 2)
• Four Mauser C96 mags
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Six spare knives (risk 2)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.
• Two grenades (Risk 7?)
• Stolen diary from a dead Nazi tank crewman. (Given to Alice?)
• A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
  
  GLORY: 105!
  
  Current mission accomplishments (So I don't have to go back over things later):
  
• Scouted out the northeastern Nazi positions, has now informed everyone.  Including the Nazis, probably.
• Set fire to a Nazi-occupied building, which five Nazis then fled from.  Then snuck past without issue.
• Partially scouted the bunker, from the north, found three machine gun nests which have a good view of the entrance switchback, and 180° coverage otherwise.  Saw that the northern slope terminates in a 25-foot high cliff, making it near impassable.
• Got caught near a house which was struck by machinegun lightning and detonated spectacularly.  Survived with -2 life.
• Killed an entire tank crew.  In melee. Without taking any wounds.  ALONE.  Then stole their Panzer IV and drove it home.

You are free! You are also one FAK poorer than before.

Porkins hasn't said know so I'll assume he wants to come in.  Also, isn't porkins the name of a fat pilot who died in starwars?

[4]
You return yourself to 0 life, stitching your injuries up and slapping bandages onto yourself.

Scout the area and make sure no hostiles are nearby.

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

Inventory:

3 knives (Risk 2)

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots) (4 shots left)

Does a giant lightning tornado count as a hostile? Because there's one over there to the east and it seems angry.

Isn't that where Ed is?

Make sure the information about the bunker gets to the rest of the crew. Ask if they know anything about the lightning, or any other Nazi weirdness, and report anything interesting to crew as well. After that’s all said and done, try to determine over radio where the allied line is. If it’s still pretty far away, organize the frenchies for departure.

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

Name: Carolina Oliveira
Description:
An average sized woman with an athletic build.
She comes from Brazil, where she was secretly trained as a spy. Despite her training, she took up more combat skills than she did stealth and espionage. She was deployed with the Brazilian Navy in the Atlantic for some time before being sent on reconnaissance in Italy, from there she somehow ended up here.
She wears a grey knitted wool cap. It has ear flaps that dangle down several inches, in the style of many South American knitted hats. It is formed to look like it has cat ears, and it has two larger buttons fastened to look like the eyes. When she has her combat helmet on, the cap is worn underneath as a helmet liner.
GLORY: 250
(35 GLORY spent)
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +2
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Knitted wool cap
Gas mask
Luger (2 magazines, risk 2)
Gewehr (10 bullets, risk 3)
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

You spread the information around, making sure to tell everyone here, then to the people back at base via Radio. At least you think you do. The radio signal is basically nothing but screaming static at this point. You can't make anything out as a reply.

"You required a radio, m'am?"

Be a radio for Tala as needed. Also whatever else I need to be.

If that lightning is close to us, set up my pipe so it'll act as a lightning rod then quickly let it go so I don't get shocked still.

Spoiler: Radioman (click to show/hide)

Name: Radioman

Description: A radioman.

Physical: -2
Mental: 0
Life: -2

280 GLORY

Stats:
Strength: 0
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Will: 0
Knowledge: 0
Senses: 1

Skills:
Operator: +3
Rifle: +2
Camouflage: +2
Mechanic: +1
Melee: +1
Language: +1


Inventory:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
13 individual cigs
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

2 grenades
1 blowtorch
flyzapper gun (risk: ??)
trench knife (risk-3)

You would love to do this. However your head is full of screaming static right now and you can't really hear yourself think. Or hear anyone talk. Or see anything. Wow, this hurts a lot.

"You required a radio, m'am?"

Be a radio for Tala as needed. Also whatever else I need to be.

If that lightning is close to us, set up my pipe so it'll act as a lightning rod then quickly let it go so I don't get shocked still.

((Yay I can action now))

Tala makes a gesture to make the whole situation seem conspicuously normal. Because she has the sneaking suspicion that she isn't speaking through some mini-radio on her radioman's head.

Update Central command of our progress, these French resistance survivors, and radio in the note that we just attacked a convoy in between here and the base.

Duly suggest that the resistance survivors get to a safer area, depending on what response we get.
That being said, ask for advised action to proceed with for the whole team, from command. Mention suspicions of super-power nazis being present at the Fortress.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 190
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2) [Edward has one of them]

Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

You attempt to communicate with the base but get little in the way of feedback other than screaming static.  You're not really sure, but you would think that maybe the safest place for these people might be away from any allied troops for the moment. With shit like that lightning tornado around, being around target rich areas might be a poor idea.

"Bob, run!"

Run on the fastest path out of the lightning circle, staying clear of the vehicles. My goal is to get behind a rock/tree/building/fence/hard cover outside the circle, with the cover between me and the circle.

Spoiler: Denver Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denver Gaunt
Description: Denver Gaunt is an average man of average build from New York. His family ran a small bakery, but Denver was disenchanted with the working class life and took up boxing. After joining up into the army, he discovered a newfound love of war and was quite overeager, eventually being transferred into the 888th for insubordination after several men were killed due to his rashness.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats:
    Speed +1
    Dexterity +1
    Will +1
    Senses +2
Skills:
    Melee +3
    First Aid +2
    Camouflage +2
    Traps +1
    SMG +1
    Operator +1
Inventory:
    Helmet
    First Aid Kit (extra)
    SCR 300 Radio Transceiver and Handset
    Thompson SMG (25/25, Risk 2+1 for every five rounds in
    burst )
    Spare Magazine [5/25]
    German SMG, 15 bullets
    Binoculars
    Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
    Flare Gun
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Universal Kit

GLORY: 160

[6]

"Hey Simon! What's the matter? Cat got your ... lower lip? Hey, that's some fancy needlework there. I'm sure you have your reasons."

Ed orders the group to clear out, sending those on foot to meet with Tala, and those in the truck to drive it and the survivors up to the Allied Zone. He then drives the Tank North, takes teh East fork, east again, along the windy road toward teh red and orange houses east of where Bob and Denver fought the Nazis.

"Clear out, you lot! Lightning's coming! Run, Now! you on foot, go west to the fish cannery, The truck, go north to the Allies!"

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

Description: average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes, plain face.
0   Physical
0   Mental
0   Life

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses
Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
1 camouflage
1 operator
1 demolitions
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
2 L type Flashlights
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes(9/9) + 1 additional cig
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 pair spare socks, wool, warm

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
3 2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7) (1 used in IED)
1 gas grenade, courtesy of Tala

Knife (Risk 2)

Gewehr (10 ammo) (looted from Organ transport truck)
nazi talisman (looted from Organ transport truck)
Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (I believe this is in use by Radio at this time)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps
1 comically oversized rubber ducky (0  GLORY)

505 GLORY

One fully autonomous Radio:

Pretty sure I gave it to Oz since he was the first to answer.  Not that he can't be used by multiple people. 

Spoiler: mission briefing (click to show/hide)

We've been tasked with helping clear a section of city and then to remove the "Fort du Roule", a heavily fortified hill top bunker, from the list of enemy held positions.
Its position on the hilltops above the city makes it too good of a strategic position for them to just bomb it to gravel.
Taking it won't be easy though; its got at least 5 heavily fortified firing positions and a tunnel system in the stone.
Intelligence indicates there's an entrance on the west side of the mountain, though getting to it might be harder than just getting to one of those fortified positions and blasting on through. Your call.

We're going to drop you off by boat and the local boys will bring you where you need to go. We're told they'll have a map for you but don't expect anything amazing.

This is a simple job, lads: Kill any Kraut that still has some fight in him, spare any citizen of the town, and try to keep that fort as intact as possible."  He waves his hand dismissively at that last part, but doesn't say anything more.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Sid “Sapper” Brown
Descriptipn: War is never a pretty thing. It burns homes and tears apart families. But sometimes, it will tear apart more than just the physical. Sid “Sapper” Brown was a fresh recruit, right out of the academy, sporting a extensive knowledge of mortar ballistics.

He never got the chance to fire a mortar. The first night he was on the front lines, a Kraut bombardment obliterated his entire squad. Sid was the only survivor. He spent the rest of the night huddled in a foxhole with the upper half of his best friend.

That morning, a kraut patrol came by to check over the blasted position for survivors, and to scavenge any intel they could find.

The company that went to reinforce the position two days later found Sid alone, in a still-smoldering camp, standing over the corpses of several dismembered German soldiers, his trusty engineering shovel spattered with blood and viscera.

Strength: +2
Speed: +2
Senses: +1

Physical:
Mental:
Life: +1

Stats:
Exotic Melee +3
Explosives +2
Traps +2
Hand to Hand +1
Mechanic +1
Melee +1



Skills:
Inventory:

Standard Kit

Trenchclearer Equipment

There you have it! Lemme know when it's time to kick names and take ass!

I'm assuming you drag Robert and Porkins into the tank with you. Because it would be rude to murder a non-responder and someone who walked out of the quantum void literally seconds ago.




Ed drags Robert and Sid into the tank before slamming the hatch closed and getting into the driver's seat. [1] He steps on the gas and...immediately stalls the engine. He stays calm. He resets and tries again...this time accelerating backwards into a house and partially covering the tank in rubble. He starts to panic. He attempts to accelerate, forward this time. The tank grids, unable to get traction. He is now screaming. Meanwhile Denver has sprinted over to a nearby house and dove through a window. He takes cover in a large pantry and covers his ears.


The strike that falls a moment later is not a lightning bolt, at least by any conventional term. The pillar of light that descends does not twitch out into ragged shapes like a bolt seeking earth; It falls like a hammer blow.  If there is a noise, and there most assuredly was one, no one nearby can hear it. Its almost like it passes over them too quickly or too harshly to register. No one is looking where the beam hits so their eyes are sparred but the shockwave still gets them. The house Denver is in partially collapses and is blow backwards; he survives thanks to his sturdy hiding spot but is semiburied. The tank, stuck as it is, is just outside the edge of the beam and catches the shockwave under it. It goes flying, skimming the ground while the treads churn and try to catch, leaning dangerously close to rolling. When it finally comes to a stop it sits at a hard 45 degree angle, balancing on the right treads for a moment before dropping back down with a bone jarring thud.

Ed opens the hatch and looks outside. The entire area behind the houses is blackened to ash and its edges are on fire. The fire is, luckily, quickly being put out by the rain. The truck is gone, blown to pieces along with its cargo. He looks around and sees Jack, along with the prisoners over to the south, apparently they got out in time.


EDIT! I FORGOT KNIFECAT's POST!

Cover myself in leaves and start crawling to the bunker.

Spoiler: Florian De Greef, the Belgian (click to show/hide)

Name: Florian De Greef
Description: Bald, fat, cigarette smoking Belgian.
Physical: Not yet
Mental: Not yet
Life: Soon none

Stats:

Strength: 1
Speed: 1
Dexterity: 1
Will: 2

Skills:

Flamethrower: 3
Demolitions: 2
Operator: 1
Mechanic: 1
Camouflage: 1
Traps: 2

Inventory:

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
1 Flamethrower Tank (5 shots)

[6] You cover yourself in leaves and debris before slowly advancing towards the bunker complex. You have to move very slow to prevent people from seeing you so you only get to the back of the houses just ahead.

[piecewise]

https://i.imgur.com/lp7dAif.png

[Egan_BW]

"Ed, Ed, I thought you said you knew how to drive a tank?"

Check the radio. Interference gone?

Spoiler: Alice! (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 230

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
Gas mask

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Binoculars
Police baton
Coffee maker
Some dude's diary

[Doomblade187]

"HA! EAT S***, NAZI LIGHTNING! F*** YOU AND THE CLOUD YOU RODE IN ON! HAHAHA!"

Carefully extricate myself from the rubble, join the freed captives and Jack, and move us all to cover.

Spoiler: Denver Gaunt (click to show/hide)

Name: Denver Gaunt
Description: Denver Gaunt is an average man of average build from New York. His family ran a small bakery, but Denver was disenchanted with the working class life and took up boxing. After joining up into the army, he discovered a newfound love of war and was quite overeager, eventually being transferred into the 888th for insubordination after several men were killed due to his rashness.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1
Stats:
    Speed +1
    Dexterity +1
    Will +1
    Senses +2
Skills:
    Melee +3
    First Aid +2
    Camouflage +2
    Traps +1
    SMG +1
    Operator +1
Inventory:
    Helmet
    First Aid Kit (extra)
    SCR 300 Radio Transceiver and Handset
    Thompson SMG (25/25, Risk 2+1 for every five rounds in
    burst )
    Spare Magazine [5/25]
    German SMG, 15 bullets
    Binoculars
    Flares (Red, Green, Black, Blue, and Yellow smoke)
    Flare Gun
    Trench Knife (Risk 3)
    Universal Kit

GLORY: 160

Achievements:
Scouted a bunch
Lent radio out
Shot up Nazis with Bob, captured a truck and freed the prisoners
Dodged the Nazi lightning

[Ozarck]

"YeeeeeeeeeeeeeeHAAAAAAAAA!!!! Fuck, that was scary! Let's do it again!"

"What's that, Alice? Oh, right. Just a little rusty, just a little rusty. I hardly exploded us at all. It'll be fine, probably."

Let's try this again. Forward, noble steed, to battle! Same route as before, up the street that crosses toward the fort, looking for Nazis to shoot.

To Tala over the Radio: "Watch for static and St. Elmo's Fire. If you experience it, run as fast as you can. Try to sneak around to the back side of the fort and come up from behind. We'll clear out the east side of town and maybe go up the front. to see what those firing positions at the fort look like."

Spoiler: Edward Bohring (click to show/hide)

Description: average height, average build, brown hair, brown eyes, plain face.
0   Physical
0   Mental
0   Life

Stats:
2 Dexterity
2 Will
1 Senses
Skills:
3 mechanic
2 tank
2 trap
1 camouflage
1 operator
1 demolitions
Inventory:

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
2 L type Flashlights
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes(9/9) + 1 additional cig
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass
1 pair spare socks, wool, warm

Engineer’s Equipment
Mechanic’s tools
Trap making Kit
3 2 Satchel Charges (Risk 7) (1 used in IED)
1 gas grenade, courtesy of Tala

Knife (Risk 2)

Gewehr (10 ammo) (looted from Organ transport truck)
nazi talisman (looted from Organ transport truck)
Nazi Commander Luger  7/8 ammo (Risk 2)
One of the Nazi angular guns that Simon looted (I believe this is in use by Radio at this time)
Nazi Officer's Uniform, gently used
One fancy (Nylon!) hat with ear flaps
1 comically oversized rubber ducky (0  GLORY)

505 GLORY

One fully autonomous Radio:

Pretty sure I gave it to Oz since he was the first to answer.  Not that he can't be used by multiple people. 

Spoiler: mission briefing (click to show/hide)

We've been tasked with helping clear a section of city and then to remove the "Fort du Roule", a heavily fortified hill top bunker, from the list of enemy held positions.
Its position on the hilltops above the city makes it too good of a strategic position for them to just bomb it to gravel.
Taking it won't be easy though; its got at least 5 heavily fortified firing positions and a tunnel system in the stone.
Intelligence indicates there's an entrance on the west side of the mountain, though getting to it might be harder than just getting to one of those fortified positions and blasting on through. Your call.

We're going to drop you off by boat and the local boys will bring you where you need to go. We're told they'll have a map for you but don't expect anything amazing.

This is a simple job, lads: Kill any Kraut that still has some fight in him, spare any citizen of the town, and try to keep that fort as intact as possible."  He waves his hand dismissively at that last part, but doesn't say anything more.

[Tiruin]

You attempt to communicate with the base but get little in the way of feedback other than screaming static.  You're not really sure, but you would think that maybe the safest place for these people might be away from any allied troops for the moment. With shit like that lightning tornado around, being around target rich areas might be a poor idea.

To Tala over the Radio: "Watch for static and St. Elmo's Fire. If you experience it, run as fast as you can. Try to sneak around to the back side of the fort and come up from behind. We'll clear out the east side of town and maybe go up the front. to see what those firing positions at the fort look like."

Mhmm, I read you there, carry on, continue, Tala said, nodding while looking at Radioman with his glistening knobs and dials. It was pure static, and she nodded at Carolina while listening in.
"So why is it when I try signal jamming it doesn't work, then there's this Nazi and boom, everything gets jammed? she said, giving up the charade.

She looked at the Frenchman who seemed to be the communicator and nodded, while looking back at radio.

"Command recommends holding position in here, we will return after a success on the fortress; please stay to your positions here and do not operate any radios or other electronic devices that can give any telemetry or signal. Also please keep awake until we take over the fortress, fire at anyone who approaches without call or mention, but do not disclose yourselves," Tala said to the French. "As for us", she said in hushed tones that every single 888th could only hear her, present, "We've a moving tank on radio without guidance or contact, and I got nothing from that radio call in all reality. We can't communicate with the forward group now; Radio, I'd like you to keep on morse with our allies and the rest of the 888th, you know how to best intermix it with static given your talent so let's use that cover. Otherwise, if I'm presuming Bohring's personality right, he'll keep going with that tank forward; we have to support his flank. I have a distinct feeling that requisitioning any reinforcements will end up bad for them, and whoever is storm-rolling is aiming for groups or overt positions of our people."

Ok, Tala group, let's get all y'all to flanking around--move up in an obscured path from line of sight from the fortress and probably any snipers from there, to the back side of the fortress to go in from behind while they take the conspicuous route
Lead the way while keeping watch, or order someone with perceptively good senses to keep watch with my binoculars while I lead.

Spoiler: My Sheet (click to show/hide)

Glory: 190
Weapons:
(E) Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5]; [5/10 ammunition total] {With a white cloth tied to it}
Silenced Pistol [8/8]; [8/8 ammunition total]

Equipped Weapon Skill: +3 [+0 if used in Melee/+0 in HtH]

Name: Tala Agata
Description: Tala was enlisted alongside her kin, for their renown in sharpshooting and rugged terrain survival. Being the one who had taught Joan how to shoot, she was only a year her senior before they had been separated in different brigades. She was recently transferred to the 888th after the Normandy landings.
Physical: -
Mental: -
Life: - {+Helmet}
Stats:
Speed: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Knowledge: +1
Senses: +1

Skills:
+3 Sniper rifle
+2 First Aid
+2 Medical Training
+1 Camouflage
+1 Pistol
+1 Languages

Inventory:

Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
2 springfield magazines
Binoculars

*Medic Bag
*Helmet {+1 Life}
*Silenced Pistol [8/8]
*Smoke Grenades (2)
*Military Beret
*Customized Gasmask
*CS Gas Grenades (2) [Edward has one of them]

Probably a lot of tinfoil
2 Medic Bags {3 total}
Mundane Journalism Uniform
A few pens, which can be used as lockpicks

1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

[randomgenericusername]

William follows Tala.

Spoiler: William Taggart (click to show/hide)

Name: William Taggart
Description: He is of polish descent. Light brown short hair and blue eyes.
Backstory: He punched an officer in the face while drunk and got sent here to die.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0

Stats:
 Strenght: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Flamethrower: +3
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Hand to Hand: +2
 Melee: +2
 Explosive: +1
 Demolitions: +1

Inventory:

3 knives (Risk 2)

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

Trench Clearing Equipment:
Flamethrower (Risk 8, expands to fill rooms)
Flamethrower Tank (5 shots) (4 shots left)

[The Lupanian]

Follow Tala

Spoiler: Carolina (click to show/hide)

Name: Carolina Oliveira
Description:
An average sized woman with an athletic build.
She comes from Brazil, where she was secretly trained as a spy. Despite her training, she took up more combat skills than she did stealth and espionage. She was deployed with the Brazilian Navy in the Atlantic for some time before being sent on reconnaissance in Italy, from there she somehow ended up here.
She wears a grey knitted wool cap. It has ear flaps that dangle down several inches, in the style of many South American knitted hats. It is formed to look like it has cat ears, and it has two larger buttons fastened to look like the eyes. When she has her combat helmet on, the cap is worn underneath as a helmet liner.
GLORY: 250
(35 GLORY spent)
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:+1
Ammo in current magazine:8
Magazines remaining:4
Grenades:2
Stats:
Strength +2
Dexterity +2
Knowledge +1

Skills:
Rifle +3
Melee +2
Explosives +2
Language +1
Interrogation +1
Pistol +1
Inventory:
Knitted wool cap
Gas mask
Luger (2 magazines, risk 2)
Gewehr (10 bullets, risk 3)
Rifleman Equipment
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand (8 shot, Risk 3)
5 M1 round clips
Bayonet (risk 3)
2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

Universal Equipment:
1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)
1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
1 Clicker
1 L type Flashlight
1 Sewing kit
1 Mirror
1 razor set
1 Bar of soap
1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set
1 compressed TP roll
1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes
1 Lighter
1 Mess kit
1 Knit cap
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and Cup
1 Compass

[Redjive_Industries]

[1]
Toby immediately climbs up onto the tank and presses his face into one of the viewing slits.

"OI! GIMME YOUR BULLETS! I GOTTA BLOW SHIT UP!"

"No."

"GIVE."

"No."

He just makes grunting noises and sticks his tongue through the slit.

"I killed an entire tank crew with a knife not even 20 minutes ago. Don't make me come out there."

He starts biting at the entrance hatch.

"So, is this one of our gunners?" Alice asks, leaning back and craning her head backwards to look at Simon.

"Maybe."

"I like him."

"Of course you do."

That's what I call an auspicious start, rolling a one on my first ever roll.
I'm back and too lazy to read through 3 pages of text. If someone can give me a quick rundown of where we are and anything that I will need to know for the near future?

Let the court record show that if I were trying to convince someone to give me their shekels tank shells, I'd probably IRL do all of this, apart from biting the hatch, and ESPECIALLY sticking my tongue out at them.

[Redjive_Industries]

Oh yeah also, if we're anywhere important, lettuce assume I have moved up with the rest and rolled whatever number I'd need to roll so as to have absolutely no effect (positive OR negative) up to this point.

this action is kinda late, but I'd slide off the tank and shout an apology for my fit of madness at being denied my HE shells, and sullenly follow my orders up to wherever the hell we are now. This action covers literally everything up to our current point.

Spoiler: Rifleman Parrish, (click to show/hide)

Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20


Physical and Mental Description: Brown, almost black hair, exceptionally blue eyes, white skin, and numerous scratches. Wears glasses (which have as yet managed to survive without breaking) although he can see fairly well within about 50 meters.  Pragmatic in combat, doesn't believe in fighting honorably, and very rarely ever stops moving, except to make a shot or pretend to listen to a superior officer. Has an amazing lack of respect for officers over the rank of 1st Lt. (unless they're serving on the front with him.) Prefers to use his bayonet instead of his pistol for close range, because the bayonet doesn't jam. Would rather hide in the mud than take his chances running for a better hiding place. Assigned to the 888th for assaulting a superior officer ("No, he inadvertently ran into my buttstock just before he could suggest a glorious charge towards a fortified position, clumsy sod"), shooting 3 prisoners whilst on a mission behind enemy lines ("What was I supposed to do, it was a behind-enemy-lines mission, and besides, those SS bastards had it coming to them") and failing to maintain a clean and orderly appearance during an award ceremony ("I guess 3rd strikes out, whoops, can't be any worse than have to serve under this idiot guess you'll have to transfer me to a different regiment.") Spends most of his time digging, building, or otherwise creating defensive positions to hide in when things inevitably go to shit. Is the type of guy who would tape 6 short-fused frag grenades to the inside of a blast door on the off chance that the enemy manages to open it.


Stats: +2 speed, +1 Dex, +2 Senses

Skills: +3 Rifles +2 Languages +2 Melee +1 Demolitions +1 Camo +1 Traps

Life: + 1

Inventory: 1 First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid. Single use)

1 Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)

1 Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)

1 Clicker

1 L type Flashlight

1 Sewing kit

1 Mirror

1 razor set

1 Bar of soap

1 Toothpaste and toothbrush set

1 compressed TP roll

1 Pack of Chesterfield Cigarettes

1 Lighter

1 Mess kit

1 Knit cap

1 Notepad and Pen

1 Haversack

1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches

1 Canteen and Cup

1 Compass


IMPORTANT GEAR!

Helmet and flak vest (+1 life)

M1 Garand (8-8 shots, Risk 3)

1 SturmGewehr 44 (22-30 shots, Risk 4)

1 Gewehr 43 (10-10 shots, Risk 3)

1 STG magazine (30 rounds)

1 G43 magazine (10 rounds

5 M1 ( round clips

Bayonet (risk 3)

Fancy SS Dagger (Risk 2)

2 Frag Grenades (Risk 7)

Fancy SMG (0/30 shot,s Risk 3, +1 for every 5 shots)

[Egan_BW]

If I recall right we stuck you in the loader's seat, where you sat without complaint or comment.

If the autoloader acts up, hit it with a baton.

Spoiler: Alice! (click to show/hide)

Name: Alice Gwerhierhwaer
Description: Short blue dyed hair, shiny orange eyes. Tallish, and not thin. Hairy.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0

Stats:
Speed 1
Dexterity 2
Will 1
Knowledge 1
Senses 1

Skills:
Plane 3
Operator 2
Mechanic 2
Melee 1
Pistol 1
First Aid 1

GLORY: 230

Inventory:
Fancy Hat
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
Mechanic’s tools
Flare Gun (1 shot, risk 2)
Knife (Risk 2)
Silenced pistol (2 risk normally, but 8 if unnoticed. Does not draw attention by sound. 8/8 shot)
Gas mask

2 pistol magazines
Joan's Radio
Binoculars
Police baton
Coffee maker
Some dude's diary

[syvarris]

((Yeah, you got dragged into the tank and given four HE shells as payment for being our loader.  You could steal more if you want, I guess.  Not much the loader really gets to do. :\ ))

"Haaah, hahaha, great job, Ed!  Man, this tank is awesome, it even survives lightning!  We're gonna wreck the Naughties!"

"...Though, it's really getting crowded in here.  And wet.  Six people, four bleeding corpses, this can't be within operational specs."

Those four corpses that were left in the tank?  Start throwing them out.  As much good as they'd do as emergency rations, I'm sure we'll find or produce more corpses soon, and the tank is only intended to hold five bodies--not ten.

Also, grab some of the ammo for the mounted machine guns, and reload that MG 15 Simon's been lugging around since D-Day.  Maybe grab a couple boxes of extra ammo if it's convenient, I'unno how the ammo's stored.

Spoiler: The Superlative Tank Crew! (click to show/hide)

Simon, the Happiest Commander!
Relevant skills: +3 Sniper Rifle?

Alice, the Manliest Radio Operator!
Relevant skills: +2 Operator, +2 Mechanic

Ed, the Maddest Driver!
Relevant skills: +2 Tank, +3 Mechanic, +1 Operator

Parrish, the Greediest Loader!
Relevant skills: +3 Rifles?

Sid, the Newest Gunner!
Relevant skills: +2 Explosives, +1 Mechanic

Robert, the Randomest Rider!
Relevant skills: +3 Machine Gun

((You're all free to leave, if you want.))

Spoiler: Simon Smith, bloodiest sniper (click to show/hide)

Name: Simon Smith
Description: A short and somewhat stocky man with a thick beard and a bulky gasmask.  His looks are deceptive, as he's actually quite agile.  He has nine firearms chained to him, along with an assortment of knives and a sniper rifle he's always carrying around.
Physical: +0
Mental: +0
Life: +0
Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity:+2
Sense:+2
Skills:
Sniper Rifle:+3
Camouflage:+3
Melee:+2
First Aid:+1
Traps:+1
Demolitions:+1
Class Inventory:

• First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
  
• Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
• Ration (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
• A bunch of useful bits and bobs
  
• Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (5 shot, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)
• 2/2 Springfield "magazines"
• Binoculars
• Spare Scope (Mounted on Gewehr)
• 2/2 Smoke grenades
• A "mag" of incendiary rounds for the Springfield (loaded in spare Springfield)
• Scoped De Lisle carbine [11/11] (silent)
• A mag of incendiary ammo for the De Lisle [10/11]
• Trench Knife (Risk 3)
• Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)

Looted Inventory:

• Two spare First Aid Kits.
• MG 15 [37/75]
• Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3)
• Two Gewehr Magazines
• Four Mauser C96s [10/10]*4 (Risk 2)
• Four Mauser C96 mags
• Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent)
• A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries)
• Three spare Springfield "magazines"
• Six spare knives (risk 2)
• A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.
• Two grenades (Risk 7?)
• A FRIGGING PANZER IV TANK!
  
  GLORY: 105!
  
  Current mission accomplishments (So I don't have to go back over things later):
  
• Scouted out the northeastern Nazi positions, has now informed everyone.  Including the Nazis, probably.
• Set fire to a Nazi-occupied building, which five Nazis then fled from.  Then snuck past without issue.
• Partially scouted the bunker, from the north, found three machine gun nests which have a good view of the entrance switchback, and 180° coverage otherwise.  Saw that the northern slope terminates in a 25-foot high cliff, making it near impassable.
• Got caught near a house which was struck by machinegun lightning and detonated spectacularly.  Survived with -2 life.
• Killed an entire tank crew.  In melee. Without taking any wounds.  ALONE.  Then stole their Panzer IV and drove it home.
• While riding in that tank, survived a massive targeted lightning bolt through no fault of his own.  Ed rolled a one and utterly failed to dodge.

[Gentlefish]

Follow orders.

Well wasn't that a wild ride? Jack laughs, knowing just how narrowly he avoided certain death. There must be a god looking out for him after all.

Sir, what should we do with these captives?

Spoiler: Jack "Jacksonville" Jackson (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack Jackson from Jacksonville, TN
Description: Tall and blonde, he can fill a door with his body or his preferred killing weapon, buckshot.
BackStory: Once a farmhand, he was fond of soft things. After killing a woman because he panicked, his partner, instead of killing him, convinced him to join the military. His obsession with "soft" things turned to something of an obsession with soft meats. He was quickly transferred to the best brigade for this kind of man.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: 0
Stats:
Strength: +2
Dexterity: +2
Will: +1

Skills:
Shotgun: +3
SubMachine Gun: +2
Melee Weapons: +2
Rifles: +1
Traps: +1
Explosives: +1
Inventory:
     Knit cap x1
     Winchester M12:
          Loaded with buckshot (6/6)
     German MP40 (15/??)
     German Gewehr (10/10)
     Haversack:
          First Aid Pouch x1
          E-Tool x1
          Ration x1
          Mirror x1
          Shaving Kit x1
          Soap x1
          Notepad and Pen x1
          Tooth Cleaning Stuff x1
          TP Roll x1
          Mess Kit x1
          Sewing Kit x1
     GunBelt and Pouches:
          Clicker x1
          Compass x1
          Flashlight x1
          Cigarettes, x20 (1 pack)
          Lighter x1
          Canteen with Cup x1
          Shotgun shells, buck x6
          Shotgun shells, slug x6
          Trench Knife (Risk 3) x1

[LordPorkins]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Sid “Sapper” Brown
Descriptipn: War is never a pretty thing. It burns homes and tears apart families. But sometimes, it will tear apart more than just the physical. Sid “Sapper” Brown was a fresh recruit, right out of the academy, sporting a extensive knowledge of mortar ballistics.

He never got the chance to fire a mortar. The first night he was on the front lines, a Kraut bombardment obliterated his entire squad. Sid was the only survivor. He spent the rest of the night huddled in a foxhole with the upper half of his best friend.

That morning, a kraut patrol came by to check over the blasted position for survivors, and to scavenge any intel they could find.

The company that went to reinforce the position two days later found Sid alone, in a still-smoldering camp, standing over the corpses of several dismembered German soldiers, his trusty engineering shovel spattered with blood and viscera.

Strength: +2
Speed: +2
Senses: +1

Physical:
Mental:
Life: +1

Stats:
Exotic Melee +3
Explosives +2
Traps +2
Hand to Hand +1
Mechanic +1
Melee +1



Skills:
Inventory:

Standard Kit

Trenchclearer Equipment

Sid silently looks around the tank which the man had just dragged him into. He looks at the man who looks most in charge (Simon), waiting for orders.