Corvald
Those corpses have pale skin, right? So... Skin a corpse and use the skin as a bandage.
Deciding that the real determinant of a good bandage is how close it is to the colour white, you disregard all the bits of cloth in sight and hunker down next to the nearer corpse, the one whose face the grey, cross-faced man turned into a pulpy mess. You look around in the vicinity for something to use to skin him and your eye lights upon a broad, handle-less blade between the two corpses. You go to pick it up and return to your original corpse, noting the hedgey man picking something shiny off the ground while you do so. You decide that the best bandage for your hand will be one you don't have to perform any sewing work on, so you aim to remove a tube of skin from a limb that you can just slip over your hand. You decide that the man's bicep will probably be your best bet.
[DEX: 2+2]You make incisions a little awkwardly around his elbow and mid upper arm (left side), and jiggle the large blade under the skin to loosen it. The result is a rather jagged tube of flesh which you attempt to slip off the man's arm. You find you can't get it over his hand though, so you
[DEX: 6+2, crit 4+2] expertly slice through the ligaments and connective tissues between the bones in his hand, allowing you to compress it and get the skin-tube off, as well as scoring the scoring the four appropriately-sized hex nuts he was wearing as protective rings. When you place the bloody "bandage" over your hand, you find that it's not really doing much due to the jagged nature of your initial incisions, so you repeat the process on his right arm, this time dealing with the hand first.
[DEX: 4+2, crit 4][DEX: 3+2]You again expertly slice apart his hand, an impressive feat given the unwieldiness and bluntness of the blade you're using, noting its structure as you go. This time when you cut the upper arm you do it much more cleanly and manage to get a neat tube of skin off. Placing it on your hand you find it's a teensy bit too loose to be fully effective at stopping the bloodflow, but it seems to have helped. You think. It's hard to tell because it's a tube of raw skin you just cut off of a fresh corpse, so there's quite a bit of blood all round. You hope he didn't have any infectious diseases. Your hand movement is slightly impaired by the "bandage," but hey, at least it's close to bandage-coloured. The corpse is now missing a band of skin on each upper arm, and has mangled hands.
((OOC: I really hope no government agency links up "skinning cow images" and "human skin thickness" in my search history))You hear someone down the beach yell
"Who is attacking?" just before the bedraggled man shouts
”Doesn’t matter right now, jus’ kill the spear bastards!”. Immediately followed by a pained, distorted, and unsettling scream and a separate, high-pitched, desperate string of profanities and pleas for assistance. You look up to see the small man screaming for help and still engaged with the standing spearman. Behind him, the other tribal stands up.
Eddie Bard
Cautiously approach the lights while continuing to look for useful items.
You slowly approach the lights while looking around on the ground, but you can't see anything useful in the gloom, just these strange beach flakes stretching on in all directions. As you reach the nearest of the lights, you realise it's another mushroom very similar to the one you left behind. You wait on the outskirts of its green glow, and notice that further inland, off to your left, there's a much wider, more orangey light on what passes for the horizon in this gloom. Also to your left, about 40m away you reckon, is a yellow light which seems a little inconstant, flickering slightly. You figure you're about 50m from the shore at this point. You hear a lot of shouting behind you, something to the effect of a cry for help and encouragement to kill someone.
Hank:
Follow the one who said they'll kill the mayor. Like hell they will.
You stand up and begin running after the rude gentleman who claims he'll kill the dude you want to kill. You think to yourself, as the running motion of your hands sends specks of bloody gore flying through the air before your eyes, that there really is a strange amount of people wanting to kill the mayor around here.
[AGI: 1+1] You're not really gaining on him, but he suddenly slows down a bit and looks to be clutching his chest, although it's hard to see outside of the mushroom's light.
PATRICK: ((OOC: You haven't been on in almost half a month and you haven't responded to my PM, so I'm just gonna autopilot you for now))[AGI:2]You keep running, still a little slower than you'd like, and glance over your shoulder to see the one who noticed you. Chasing you. You look a little closer.
[WIL:2-1; crit 4]He is splattered with blood and gore, his fists literally glittering deep red, droplets sloughing off as he pumps them through the air in aid of his attempt to catch you and presumably beat you to death. And the distance is not increasing. The knot of panic in your chest begins morphing into a deep, squeezing pain that has you clutching at your chest and gasping.
DJDALA:
Rip the spear out of the mans leg and start backing towards the large group of people talking about the mayor while screaming at them for help.
[PHYS: 2+1]You wrench at the spear as the tribal pulls his back, but you don't manage to get the angle right and merely twist it painfully in the wound. Extremely painfully it seems, as the tribal's eyes roll back and his knuckles go snow white as his fists tighten involuntarily around the shaft of his spear, all while letting loose a distorted, whistling scream. You hear someone behind you say
"Who is attacking?" The tribal stands frozen in pain as you scream a desperate string of pleas and profanities over your shoulder and over his cry of pain. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the other spearman standing back up, his long white dreadlocks half-concealing the massive purple bruise on the right side of his neck. His face appears contorted in pain with his teeth bare and clenched, but his eyes are wide open, and crinkled at the edges as if smiling wildly. To your right, a pale man with a snazzy helmet and a long staff stands in the water.
Tablerace
I need information. Stop at ankle level water, enough to hear approach.
Shout, "Who is attacking?"
You keep walking, hearing ahead of you the sound of a blade moving within meat before a strange, distorted, whistling scream, similar to the one that so crippled you earlier, but much less focused and clearly pained. You stop in the ankle depth water and shout out out
"Who is attacking?", immediately answered by someone behind you and to your left shouting
”Doesn’t matter right now, jus’ kill the spear bastards!”, and then a string of profanities and desperate cries for help from directly in front of you, not more than 10m away. Over the shouting, you can just make out the sound of a person rising to their feet. To your left and behind you, you hear footsteps moving towards the scene in front of you.
Scav:
Pick up the metal item from the tribals corpse, turn around and shout at the one who asked who we were: ”Doesn’t matter right now, jus’ kill the spear bastards!”
You bend down and pick up the curious item, noting some holes and slits along its length, then hear someone say something about attacking. You turn and shout
”Doesn’t matter right now, jus’ kill the spear bastards!” at the man who initially punched you as a stream of profanities and pleas for help emanates from the same direction. Looks like that way lies more spear bastards. He begins moving towards the cries for help.
Bobross:
Look for any new threats with the intention of smashing them.
You look around. Punchy man ran off into the darkness, topiary wrench man is shouting to kill the spear bastards, a small man is screaming for help in dealing with a spear-wielding bastard, and that tall helmeted bastard from earlier is near that scene too. You see another bone-covered bastard get up behind the small man and decide that maybe the threat lies with the guys that charged out of the darkness covered in bones and wielding jagged scrap-metal weaponry. You begin moving quickly towards the small man, making it about half the distance.