Chapter One Part Eleven
The Battle for Mayfever Farm Continue CHARGING!!!
As the night reaches its darkest hours before the dawn, Wallace, covered by his highland marching band, is charging valiantly across the open ground to where his German foes lie in wait.
He sees two leave the safety of their stone barn to accost him – or perhaps offer him tea.
We shall never know, as he charges at the pair of pointy-helmeted German soldiers without further introduction, taken by the bagpipe fuelled battle fever [6]. He swipes diagonally downwards at the neck of the rightward man with his mighty claymore! The terrifying arc cleaves his hapless foe asunder, shattering the rifle that he brings helplessly upwards to block the blow. He swipes with such force that his fearsome sword passes right through his enemy's body, severing his kidney, and cleaves right into the next. He swipes with such force that the leftward German is sliced apart from rib to hip! He swipes with such force that his claymore is thrust into the frosted earth, wherein it is stuck! Wallace is disarmed! He is showered with blood! His foes are slain! The towering and frightful Scot hears gasps of repulsed astonishment coming from the barn's unshuttered windows.
Item Lost! Mighty Claymore!
Item Acquired! Blood Covered Evening Jacket (temporarily -3 to Gentlemanliness)
Gentlemanliness Increased! Thunderous and Solitary Charge!
Caddishness Increased! Exceedingly Bloodthirsty!
Pretend to, or actually, prey to cover up the fact that I'm car sick. Then, run towards Wallace to assist him against the Germans, using my walking bat stick to block bullets lightsaber style. Also, move from cover to cover as a more feasible way of not getting shot.
As a German peers out of the doorway of the small outhouse that von Hildenbrand recently entered to enquire as to what all the sudden commotion is about, he sees our noble American friend briefly drop to his knees and pray [2]. If the German is impressed by this display of religious devotion, he is clearly not impressed enough to refrain from firing upon the praying man as soon as he rises to his feet, and he unloads his revolver upon von Hildebrand's pursuer.
Quicker than the German's eyes can see; quicker than one would suspect the human mind can react, Winston Smith bats the first four bullets out of the air with his walking
bat stick [6] before daintily rolling into the cover of the corner of the wall of the outhouse to avoid the final pair of bullets [5]. He hears what can only be assumed to be a vulgar Prussian curse as he hears the telltale sounds of a man reloading his revolver.
Skill Acquired! Walking Bat Stick Deflection (+1 to avoiding missile fire when wielding a walking bat stick.
Pick up one of the German weapons if possible, and cover Wallace, making sure not to shoot him.
Descending from the same car in a similar daze to Smith, Wellington also aims to reinforce the Scottish advance. He looks about for a discarded German weapon [3] but no German has yet fallen, and he finds nothing of use. He looks upon Wallace, locked in mortal combat with the two German soldiers, and covers him with his gentlemanly comradeship and best wishes, hoping that this should provide protection enough.
Draw my sword and a revolver. Prepare for battle. Begin shooting at the zeppelin.
Some twenty yards away to the south McGeenyton is charging forwards towards the frontline when he draws his sword and unholsters his revolver [1]. He stumbles and trips as he draws his sword and manages to cut his hip on the draw. He incurs a light wound! He drops the revolver in astonishment! He frowns in mild irritation!
Item Lost! Revolver
Wound Acquired! Light Wound to Left Hip!
Item Acquired! Gashed Evening Jacket!
Item Acquired! A Slight Frown!
Kindly excuse myself to our German prisoner as I tie him up, using his own belt or suspenders and promise I'll come back and relieve him of this inconvenient situation once the bloody business at hand is resolved. Then leave him behind and make way closer to the farms, moving from cover to cover.
Thinking to follow McGeenyton, Von Fersen kindly excuses himself to his German prisoner, tying him up with his own belt and suspenders [5] and moves from cover to cover towards the farm buildings that even as we speak are being lit up by the fearful fire of war. Advancing forward with the fleetfooted tenacity of the Swedish Elk through the lurking nighttime shadows [6], he is upon the enemy before he even realises it himself! He finds himself a few yards away from Wallace, face to face with his own pair of German soldiers!
Skill Acquired! Fleetfooted Tenacity of the Swedish Elk (+1 to fast stealthy movement across difficult ground).
At the rear, a proud part-Scot, a born gentleman, a leader of men, John Link remains where a commander should, directing the covering fire of Wallace's marching band. He strikes up a profoundly detailed conversation with Highlander Private Mackenzie regarding the intricacies of the Perthshire bagpipe tradition and its influences on modern Scottish folk music and its role as a catalyst in the modern Scottish nationalist movement [6].
Skill Acquired! Knowledge of the Bagpipes! (+1 to all bagpipe related knowledge rolls).
Clarity Spoiler
Wallace is in the centre, near a barn (right) and a smaller outhouse (left), both occupied by the enemy. Von Fersen is a few yards to the east by the corner of the barn with two more Germans; all three are moderately surprised. Smith is 5 yards to the west of Wallace by the corner of the outhouse; Wellington is 10 yards further to the west by the two cars. McGeenyton has tripped over 10 yards to the south. Link is some hundred yards south of the farm complex with the highlanders. A bloody great Zeppelin towers 50 yards to the north.
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