"Hmm. I think this actually is a problem we can't solve with shooting or ramming. We'd probably run out of ammo before the tunnel runs out of length. Oh! Alice, remember when Ed was driving, and he got us hit by lightning? The tank was thrown a long distance, and nearly tipped over--but it got up to like a forty-five degree angle without breaking! I once watched a buddy of mine slide a car and get it up on two wheels, maybe you could try that with the tank; if our tracks are at an angle, we'd fit down there fine! Loady, or Gunny now, I guess, if sliding doesn't work try shooting the left wall so that the rubble makes a ramp."
Suggest insane methods of fitting a tank down a thin underground tunnel to my teammates. Shout encouragements to help them out, like any good commander. Edit: The plan is for Alice to try and get the tank onto just one track, by any means necessary, so that it can fit down the archway. Failing that, Simon will start commanding his allies to FIRE EVERYTHING!
...Meanwhile, look at the archway. How thick is it? Is the tunnel definitely wider behind, wide enough to drive down? Could we just destroy a part of the arch and fit through, and how much would we have to destroy?
Simon, the Cleverest Commander!
Relevant skills: +3 Sniper Rifle?
Alice, the Bookie Driver!
Relevant skills: +2 Operator, +2 Mechanic
Toby Parrish, the Newest Gunner!
Relevant skills: +2 Melee
Robert McKinley, the Patientest Machinegunner!
Relevant skills: +3 Machine gun (he's the only guy who knows what he's doing!)
Franek Kimono, the Leggiest Loader!
Relevant skills: +3 Hand-to-Hand
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, Sniper Rifle)
- 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, Sniper Rifle)
- A mag of incendiary ammo for the De Lisle [10/11]
- Trench Knife (Risk 3, melee)
- Gas mask (Not worn, but ready)
Looted Inventory:- Two spare First Aid Kits.
- MG 15 [75/75] (Machine Gun)
- A spare box of ammo for the MG 15.
- Scoped Gewehr 43 [10/10] (Risk 3, Sniper Rifle)
- Two Gewehr Magazines
- Four Mauser C96s [10/10]*4 (Risk 2, Pistol)
- Four Mauser C96 mags
- Angular Nazi Lightning Rifle [10/10] (Risk 4, hopefully silent, Rifle)
- A spare Springfield M1903 A4 [5/5] (Loaded with incendiaries, Sniper Rifle)
- Three spare Springfield "magazines"
- Six spare knives (risk 2, melee)
- A collection of "Chains, rope, small knives, and other things" looted from a Nazi supply depot.
- Two grenades (Risk 7?)
- Handaxe, looted off the side of a german tank. (Risk 2, melee)
- A copy of a German tanker's diary, perfectly translated into Latin.
- 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.
- Was "commander" of the tank while it managed to destroy two bunkers with the main gun.
- Was bravely riding outside the tank as it charged into scorched earth, and then tumbled down the side of a hill. Was only kept from being thrown free by Parrish, but hey, it's still pretty glorious. "Glorious" is almost like a synonym of "suicidally brazen"!
- Helped free his tank from several dastardly trees, while within earshot of Nazi machineguns (pointlessly) filling the air with lead.
- Commanded the tank when it did a ton of collateral (if intentional) damage to the last bunker, and probably killed the last of the Nazi resistance.
"That's a terrible plan. Let's try it."
Make tank go diagonal.
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
The archway is maybe a foot and a half thick and the hall beyond it is larger. Probably large enough to accommodate the tank.
[1]
Ah, good. Well luckily everyone says to stay away from you right now so You can't run over anyone else. Instead your attempts to put the tank on its side by slowly walking it up the wall end when the tank topples over onto its side and then rolls onto its top.
Simon, laying upside down on the roof of the tank's interior, points at Alice, who is also laying upside down on the tank's roof. And the point is really more of a Jab in the nose.
"You've got them just where you want them, Guidance goblin. Now, spring your trap!"
"Could you please stop?"
"That's not my finger~"
"Look, don't worry about it, Simon. We can always get you a new tank on the next mission. Or maybe a plane, one of those messer-things."
Attempt to determine if the tank would fit down the remainder of the tunnel if the constraining parts of this definitely not load bearing arch are removed, then advise Alice.
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.
Gave Franek a medal when he needed it most (granting +2 life
It looks like yes, it would fit. Now of course there is a problem of getting the tank the right side up again.
Sleep on.
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
"I've got a really bad feeling about this."
Whilst I wait, teach Franek how to load the gun, and amuse myself by trying to figure out a way for him to do so with reasonable swiftness.
Name:Tobeis ‘Toby’ Parrish, 20
Physical and Mental Description: Black hair, tinted purple. 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)
Franek is apparently the only one who anyone decided to strap in because you find yourself laying on the roof of the tank with Franek dangling from his seatbelt over your head.
"ok. Step one, you have to pick up a shell."
Franek responds with continued unconsciousness.
"Firmly grasp it."
If there's no way to help Franek or any other wounded by Medical bagging them for physical health:
Try to heal up mental damage.
Maybe even give directions so the tank doesn't ram itself into people or places where they can't practically fit at all.
Also overwatch, and being part of the squad that moves out after we're all sure the tank won't blow up.
Really suggesting to not fire a tank round here.
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: -1
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 already rested some of the damage away, you ain't getting it back by personal means like that.
Revover mental damage by providing scathing commentary on the tank's antics as it drives itself into a wall and maybe gets stuck there.
Name: Radioman
Description: A radioman.
Physical: 0
Mental: -1
Life: 0
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
1 grenade
1 blowtorch
flyzapper gun (risk: ??)
trench knife (risk-3)
[1]
"Uh...you...aren't good at...driving a tank."
Then the tank rolls over and lands on your foot. [-1 physical]
"You have injured me because your driving is very not good."
As soon as the plans with the tank all fail, I’ll proceed down the hallway.
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:
Nazi medal
Knitted wool cap
Gas mask
Luger 8/8 (2 magazines, risk 2)
Gewehr 10/10 (2 magazines 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
Advance down the hallway once the tank gets stuck or forces its way through.
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
"Everyone, it maaay be a good idea to stay back."
Stay back, observe the room. If the arch is the only way through, follow behind the climbing over tank crew. Do not go under the tank.
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
Try to stay away from the tank. Follow the others after the tank does it's thing.
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)
You lot walk down the stone hallway. It goes maybe 40 feet and Carolina, with her experience in Italy, notes that it bears an odd resemblance to a roman aqueduct in design, though slightly different, more primitive. After the 40 feet the hall turns abruptly to the left and then ends in a very out of place metal wall. Clearly modern, the wall has a single door in the center, also metal, with no window. Denver tries the handle and to everyone's surprise it turns without issue and the door swings open. The room beyond is more of a circular hallway than a traditional room. Its a hall, about 4 feet wide and 7 feet tall, that goes in a circle forming a ring shaped room. The room has three windows on the inner side, spaced out in 90 degree increments around the circle, with a door in the place where the fourth window would have gone. The rest of the room is filled with monitoring equipment: Film cameras at each window, Magnetic tape audio recording machines, and a huge communication panel, something like a switchboard. There are lights overhead and they're on, humming slightly. At the back of the room there is a large refrigerator, all solid stainless steel and cold to the touch.
Through the windows you can see another room, a circular ruin entirely encircled by this modern room. Its about 15 feet across with a low domed ceiling and lines of carved faux pillars along the edge. The ground looks to be flat stone but is entirely covered in a thin layer of grayish dust. Looking up at the ceiling, you can just spot a part of an engraving, though you can't see the whole thing from this angle.
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