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[Egan_BW]

"...Whatever you say, captain."

[Strider03]

"Say, Ed! No one ever told me, how'd we get a tank?" Bob asks this offhandedly while fiddling with his radio a bit.

((Ah, thanks pw, don't worry too much about it.)) Keep in the tank as we go down. Check the radio at intervals to see if we're losing reception, and tell the others if we're going to be lacking in communications.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Robert McKinley
Description: McKinley was about ten years old when WWI ended, and his brother returned with innumerable stories of gore and glory. Robert desired to fight for his country in the same way. There was, however, no immediate war in which he could partake. He considered himself to be one of the few to hate the Roaring Twenties. They were a time when the people wallowed in extravagance and purposely forgot the horrors, but also the sacrifices and heroism of the great war. And then came the depression. He found himself liking the depression, though of course, he didn't admit that. Mainly because it seemed like fitting retribution for the excess of the previous years. it might have also had to do with the fact that he managed to retain his job and keep up a standard of living. In any case, 1939 was a year almost of rejoicing, and after he had settled his affairs, he signed up for the battle which he had lusted for.
He's a tall, blondish man who fancies himself to have a certain rakish look. His eyes are deep set under a heavy brow, but full of disturbing light. Call him Bob.
Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +2 (Iron Heart Medal.)
Glory: 25

Stats:
Strength: +1
Dexterity: +1
Will: +1
Senses: +2

Skills:
Hand to Hand: +1
Exotic Melee: +1
Machinegun +3
Pistol: +1
Car: +2
Camouflage:+1
Language: +2 (Fluent in french, small amount of Italian)

Inventory:
First Aid Pouch (Allows First Aid)
Entrenching Tool (A folding shovel)
Rations (Restores up to -2 on physical dice)
MP-34 (2 risk, +1 for every seven shots)
1x 34 round ammo box
Browning Auto Rifle (20 shot, risk 3, +1 risk for every 3 shots fired in a burst)
4 BAR magazines
1 BAR mag with incendiary rounds.
M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Supressor (makes pistol risk 8 if unnoticed)
2 pistol magazines (One full, other 8/9)
1 first aid kit
1 trench knife
1 radio (Unbroken)

3 german medals
1 strange medallion.
1 Iron Hear Medal

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


Survived Injuries+Missions+Accomplishments:
Hit in the forehead with machinegun fire on D-Day, helmet broke his nose, but saved his life.
Clipped by machinegun fire from main bunker on D-Day.
Caught in part of the fuel explosion in Poland: Large burns on exposed skin, but survived.
Survived the attack on the USS St. Elijah.
Proudly displayed his nude form in the Park Crescent Hotel Lobby, and acted as an excellent getaway driver.
Shot out some random Nazi vehicle's tire.
Shot 3 or so Nazis in an ambush with Denver, and stole a truck, and in doing so, saved three french civilians from death.
Road the crazy tank ride of death.

[The Lupanian]

“Hey! This guy’s alive! And he seems important. We might be able to get some info out of him!”
See if I can’t grab a grenade or some ammo for the Luger or the Gewehr. After that, grab the badge off the guy, then drag him onto the elevator. (assuming the elevator is not an immediate Death-by-tank zone) After that try to make some kind or restraint, so as to prevent his escape or retaliation in the event that he wakes up.

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) (loaned out)
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

[Ozarck]

"THe tank? Far as I can piece together, Simon stabbed it.

GOING DOWN!"

Encourage everyone to gather on the elevator. Press the down button. Sermonize for the faint of heart and disturbed of mind.

"They will stumble repeatedly. They will fall over each other, and they will say to each other "Let us go back to our own country and beat ourselves with plowshares.
You are my war club, my weapon for battle. With you I will shatter nations. With you I will beat the ever-living hell out of the Nazis!
THe weapons we fight with are not weapons of this world. They have lightning powers, but we have their tank, and a hell of a lot of explosives!
When you go into battle the priest shall come forward and address the army. He shall say "Listen here, Isabel, do not be fartheaded or fear. Do not panic or be terrified by them, for The LORD your God shall go with you and will totally kick their asses."

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 (currently smoking)
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.

[SaberToothTiger]

Rush into nearest unexplored area and look for unrighteous men to reeducate. With fists.

Spoiler: King Bruce Lee Karate Mistrz (click to show/hide)

Name: Franek Kimono
Description: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1cwnIybzzs

Physical:
Mental:
Life:

Stats:
 Strength: +3
 Speed: +1
 Dexterity: +1

Skills:
 Hand to Hand: +3
 Melee: +2
 Exotic Melee: +2
 Shotgun: +1
 Camouflage: +1
 Pistol: +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
Winchester model 12 Shotgun (6 shot, 6 risk at close range, 2 at longer range)
18 shotgun shells
Trench Knife (risk 3)

[randomgenericusername]

Take the loot and follow the rest of the team.

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: -1
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:

"a few rifles, pistols, some ammo, a grenade or two"

3 knives (Risk 2)
Gewehr (10 Bullets, Risk 3)

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) (Gone)

[Doomblade187]

"Let's go! Down!"

Look at the ceiling. Is it red directly above the elevator mainly? Go ahead and hop in the tank and ride down. If the ceiling is ONLY red above the elevator, go join King Bruce and go hunting for further out rooms. If there are no further rooms, stay in the tank. If in the tank, make sure the hatch can be closed.

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

[Leodanny]

“Hey! What’d I miss?”
Listens to radio
Also, that’s a kickass sermon. It’s the best sermon I have ever heard!”

Enter elevator, ask for loot(like, another pistol or something). Stay behind the tank.
” and also, are we gonna do a lot of close combat? Cause I am completely unprepared for that.”

Spoiler: Character sheet (click to show/hide)

Name: Jimmy Grouse
Description:
A sniper. He was in percussion,(in school), drafted as the drummer boy. His long hours of B.B. shooting worked out when he made a long shot with a rifle, hitting a general and winning a battle. He was drafted into sniper school, became a HOG(hunter of gunmen), but then, when he needed to relieve himself, he revealed his bases position to the enemy, which was then stormed. He was then demoted but kept his favorite butterfly knife.
Physical:0
Mental:0
Life:0
Stats:
+1 strength
+1 speed
+1 Dexterity
+1 will
+1 knowledge
Skills:
+3 sniper rifle
+ 2 combat
+2 first aid
+1 hand to hand
+1 car
+1 traps
Inventory:
Scoped Springfield M1903 A4 (5 shots, risk 5 at long range, risk 3 at medium, risk 2 at close)(5/5)
2 springfield magazines(5/5, 5/5)
Binoculars
[spoiler=universal kit]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(taped to Springfield)
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(with razor inside)
1 Notepad and Pen
1 Haversack
1 Gunbelt with Magazine pouches
1 Canteen and cup
1 compass
1 gasmask
1 M1910 pistol (9 shot, risk 2)
Stiletto (2 risk normally, but 6 risk if the target doesn't recognize you as a threat when you attack)(converted to butterfly knife)
GLORY: 135

[Tiruin]

You can say from where or by what but you feel that pressure of someone's gaze all over you, like someone's hand hovering just a fraction of an inch away from touching you.

((Did Mental damage make me stop telling myself where I "can" feel it? Because I think you misspelled 'can't' there))

Yeah let's stick with the other folks. Overwatch with Rifle thanks much. BE AWARE OF MENTAL SHENANIGANS, as in 'be vigilant'.

If ever we see a figure standing by their lonesome in the distance, quickshot them in an area where they most likely won't die but be disabled.

*BUT if this is a quick intermediary turn or something, go med-bag up that one dude and clear them of whatever obstructs good appraisal, like pushing away all them clothing in a discreet location and subtly checking if there are any traps on them.

“Hey! This guy’s alive! And he seems important. We might be able to get some info out of him!”

((Priority goes to *))
Tala gestured and made it clear that they (we) were all being watched by an entity as subtly as she could, while approaching the others and joining the group. She basically gestured that everyone should keep extra vigilant, and to advisedly mind their spacing between each other in case of contact or combat.

She said no words as her mind's imagery took over; she was still scarred and needed a comforting talk. That much was clear about her.

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: -2
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

[syvarris]

 Simon crouchs down from his position behind the turret, after Bob asks about how the tank was obtained.  He smiles and waves his trench knife through the air, then starts loudly bragging.  "That's right!  I totally stabbed the hell out of it, and also slashed and punched a lot, too!  See all the bloodstains along the floor, and walls?"  he does a long sweeping gesture with the knife "Those are from the crewmen I had to kill!  I'd try and be a bit more surgical normally, but y'know how it goes, five-on-one fights are a hectic mess of stabbing everything that moves.  It's pure luck that I didn't get shot or stabbed myself, to be honest--the bandages on my arm were actually from the lightning, it's been chasing me all day.  I guess they just don't train the tank guys to deal with boarders, stupid Nazis.  Good for us, though!  Turns out we don't even need the big explodey guns, a knife works just as well, and we can use the tank ourselves afterward!"

[Strider03]

"The lightning's been getting you too? Damn, maybe there were two lightnings. Or something. I don't have a clue how that stuff actually works. Something something static electricity and clouds, but that's all I've got from grade school." Bob leaned back from the swung knife.

[Egan_BW]

"I'm a pilot, and I honestly have no idea how it works either. Some kind of insane mumbo-jumbo with physics maths and stuff. Important part is staying out of its way.
...Or having a tank when it hits you. It seems that works too."

[Leodanny]

I contribute to this conversation somehow! Heh.

[Redjive_Industries]

"alright, business time"
after putting the finishing touches on a tripwire tank shell near the door, and some subtle trail signs to warn other allied troops that it's there, check and make sure all of my guns have a bullet in the chamber and then take out my M1 and take the safety off. Overwatch from the first piece of cover I can find, and shift some gear around so I can get to my frags easily.

Spoiler:  Tobeis ‘I’m very nervous right now’ 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 round clips)
5 M1 8 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)

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

sorry, seems I buggered up my last post.... somehow

[Hotfire90]

Spoiler: Gwen Howell (click to show/hide)

Name: Gwen Howell
Description: Gwen is tallish woman with long black hair, she was a civilian pilot before the normandy landings, and she enlisted shortly after.

Physical: 0
Mental: 0
Life: +1

Stats:
Dexterity +2
Speed +1
Senses +2

Skills:
Plane +3
Rifle +2
Explosive +2
First Aid +1
Operator +1
Melee +1

Inventory:
Rifleman Equipment:
Helmet and flack vest (+1 life)
M1 Garand [8/8] (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