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Thread: Stanton and the Preacher
Board: Beneath Wild Skies
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"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... Breaking in 
on Fri 27 May 2016 @ 4:36 PM (PBW Time)

** EDITED May 28, 2016, 5:27 pm **

The preacher takes one look up at the distance he'd have to reach to climb to the top of the deck, and realizes he can't quite make it. Those portholes and bay door on the other hand, might be a safer means of entering.

With no one shooting at him, the preacher attempts his first break in.

It's an ugly affair to say the least. The hull of the flicker is well maintained, but has seen better days. Crawling underneath, the preacher finds one of the larger portholes and using his hatchet, manages to break one of the brass metal holding brackets. The porthole swings outward and the glass smashes unceremoniously on the only rock the preacher neglected to move out of the way.

Shoving the shards of glass out of the way, the preacher squirms his way into the ship. It wasn't pretty, but at least he's inside.

Jergard Stanton

posted... Options 
on Thu 2 Jun 2016 @ 10:24 AM (PBW Time)

Stanton surveys the battle and weighs his options. The lawman with the kerosene is troubling. If he sets the canopy alight, Stanton will never get the Flicker, whether Butcherblock lives through the fight or not. Stanton takes aim at the man and fires. If he misses, he'll call out the lawman's position to Butcherblock so the bandits can get him. "Butcher! Lawman headed toward the canopy with fire!" or something similar.

Now that he's up in the crow's nest, this seems like a good vantage from which to watch the fight. Until he starts shouting anyway. Regardless, there isn't a safe way down right now, so he stays up here with the rifle.


posted... drawing fire 
on Thu 2 Jun 2016 @ 10:54 AM (PBW Time)

  Up in the crow's nest, Stanton levels his rifle and fires, taking the man in the shoulder and dropping him to the ground. He's not dead, but he's not getting up, either. Butcherblock looks up with surprise at Stanton and nods with a sudden, grudging respect.

Then, the sheriff's men open fire on the crow's nest. He takes cover as best he can, but one of the bullets hits him square in his hip. Somehow, Stanton manages to keep his balance and maintain a deathgrip on the ladder-rung.

Gritting his teeth through the pain, Stanton sees that the shift in the posse's fire gives Butcherblock and his two remaining men a chance to come out from cover and cut loose. Butcherblock lays down a blistering volley of supressing fire, and his two men drop two of the Sheriff's with well placed shots.

Even so, Stanton is in a bad way, and he needs to get down the mast to open the valve or this ship will never get off the ground. As he's pondering his chances of surviving a climb down, he notices something in a little basket fastened to the mast. It's a big bracer fitted with a small-but-strong looking hook and a spool of wire or cord ... and a trigger ...

(Stanton, you are now at 1/6 vitality points and 10/10 wound points. I have updated your character sheet.)


posted... In the belly ... 
on Thu 2 Jun 2016 @ 11:24 AM (PBW Time)

  The Preacher clambers up into the hold of the Flicker. He's struck, at first, by the quiet and darkness - the sounds of battle now muffled by the hull of the little airship.

Then, suddenly, it gets loud. A pervasive, bone-rattling rumble shakes through the ship as the engine starts. The Preacher is momentarily disoriented, but soon gets his bearings and starts looking around, his new goggles helping him see in the dim light.

The main hold of the ship is maybe 25-30 feet long and 18 feet or so across, but only 6 feet high so he has to crouch a little. The hold has a few foot-lockers strapped against the bulkheads, as well as a few hefty-looking, pointed metal cylinders about 3 feet long and a foot across. Pained on their sides in bright red letters: "CAUTION: KEEP AWAY FROM FLAME." In the center of the deck are the double-bay doors, closed at the moment. Above the doors is a complicated-looking pulley-and-claw system that looks like it's meant to hold something out over the doors and drop it. There are also less complex systems that look like they are meant for lowering things out of or raising things into the ship through the bay doors. The result is that the center of the hold is a dizzying network of ropes and pulleys.

Towards the bow, the Preacher sees a bulkhead with two doors in it - one at either side. Towards the stern he sees a set of stairs going up to the top deck and a door leading stern-wards. The door is open and that's where the noise is coming from. Through the door, the Preacher can see machinery and such - probably the engine room.

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... ...of the little beast. 
on Thu 2 Jun 2016 @ 11:30 PM (PBW Time)

The preacher thinks of the stories, the little stories of the good book where someone is told to do something they don't want to do and becomes punished for avoiding it.

As far as he can recall, he doesn't remember receiving any summons he did not answer. Still, he finds himself within the belly of a beast.

With the well labeled cylinders, clearly visible the preacher notes their position and makes sure to follow it's instructions to the letter.

The stairs upward are so inviting, but curiosity takes hold of the preacher, that or the nagging sense that he shouldn't leave his back exposed while in unfriendly territory.

Carefully, he creeps around the hull penitently, moving prudently fast towards the doors at the prow of the vessel.

Stanton wants this beast to claim as his own, best to make sure there aren't any nasty surprises hidden within waiting to spring when it's master is away.

The preacher never really believed the legendary feats of Saint Patrick, but accepted that it was possible for a great man to ensure the safety of others through the strength of his faith and the work of his arm.


posted... the engineer 
on Fri 3 Jun 2016 @ 7:32 AM (PBW Time)

  Moving carefully through the door, the Preacher finds himself in what appears to be the engine room. Clunky boilers, machinery, and pipes crowd the already small space - there is a hatch leading down through the floor just to the left as he comes through the door.

Of more importance is man the Preacher can now see across the room on the other side of a massive hunk of machinery. He's a skinny man with bushy brown sideburns and a dirty driver's cap, and he's yelling into the wide end of a brass cone with a thick New England accent.

"Stant'n? Stant'n! Is the Canahpy toied down? Is it toied down yet?"

He doesn't seem to have noticed the Preacher come in.

Jergard Stanton

posted... New toys 
on Fri 3 Jun 2016 @ 11:55 PM (PBW Time)

Stanton takes a look at his new gadget. the hook and the spool and the ... trigger? He squeezes the trigger, aiming the hook away from him to start. If it doesn't shoot out, he'll gently pull the hook free, experimenting with releasing the trigger to see if it releases the winch or not.

When he feels like he has a handle on how the device works, he thinks using this new thing is the quicker, potentially safer way down than climbing or falling, and the engineer keeps yelling for him ...

"Yeah! It's tied off!" he shouts above the din before leaping off the crows nest, trusting the device to lower him safely to the deck.

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... ...the better part of valor. 
on Sat 4 Jun 2016 @ 11:52 AM (PBW Time)

Hearing Stanton's name being called out by this gentleman with bushy sideburns, the preacher decides to leave him alone.

A quick peek in the engine room and its lone occupant is enough for him.

Now it's time to head topside. If Stanton is now working with these fellows, there's a good chance he's gotten himself into a heap o' trouble.

Being careful to not disturb anything, the Preacher makes his way to the stairs and begins the climb upwards.


posted... skyward 
on Sat 4 Jun 2016 @ 12:48 PM (PBW Time)

  Making himself as small a target as possible, Stanton fiddles with the bracer for a bit. He finds that the trigger does indeed fire the hook. He also learns that the casing that houses the spool of wire is designed to be grasped with the other hand - probably to help hold on while using it - and that if he twists it one way, the spool reels itself in. If he twists it the other way, it controls how fast the line lets out. Finally, a little switch on the spool causes the barbs of the grappling hook to release and go slack, thereby letting the user release the hook's hold on whatever it's latched onto. Releasing the switch makes them snap back into position.

Having figured all this out, Stanton yells into the communication horn, "Yeah! It's tied off!" then fixes the hook to the crow's nest, twists the spool casing to slow his descent (though not too much), and leaps off.

His controlled fall swings him down to the deck where he lands heavily but, if not gracefully, at least unharmed. Grinning at his new device, he hears the engineer as he reels in the hook and line. "Good work! Now yank on the levahs like I told yah! All the way back, good'n ha'd!"

(Assuming he follows instructions ...)

Stanton yanks back on the first lever, then turns and rushes to the stern to get to the other mast. As he reaches it, he sees the Preacher coming up the stairs from the lower deck. He gives the Preacher a brief, "How did YOU get here?" look, then hauls on the lever at this mast and informs the engineer that both masts are ready.

"Okay!" says the engineer over the horn. "Stand cle'ah!"

The low rumble of the Flicker's helium generator rapidly ascends to a roar, and her big black canopy fills with air. Stanton and the Preacher are reminded of nothing so much as shaking a sheet over a bed as it wafts skyward and, with a groan, pulls the Flicker into the air.

'Butcherblock Hogan

posted... left behind? 
on Sat 4 Jun 2016 @ 12:53 PM (PBW Time)

As the ship pulls skyward and the dangerous ground below gets further and further away, twilight finally comes to an end. The gathering dark leaves the ground a shapeless gray mass, but the ship itself is dimly lit by helium lamps on the masts. These lamps make two pools of light around the masts and leave the rest of the top deck in flickering shadows. The Preacher, with his goggles, can see just fine.

It's hard to be sure over the noise of the engine, but Staton and the Preacher are fairly certain they can hear Sheriff Pratt cursing noisily below. Far louder, of course, are the cheers and taunts of Butcherblock's two remaining bandits. Hogan, himself, stands quietly at the bow of the ship, looking down.

"Stanton," he says without turning, "Good work in the nest. Where are Ned and Dunson?"

Jergard Stanton

posted... Reunions 
on Wed 8 Jun 2016 @ 4:27 PM (PBW Time)

"They ... didn't make it. We ran in to a couple of the sheriff's men sneaking around behind." Stanton tries to decide whether to mention his friend the Preacher, but decides against it for now. If he catches sight of the preacher in his hiding spot, Stanton will subtly wave his friend away, indicating he should remain hidden for now. It's not a large ship, but there are fewer eyes aboard than there would have been.

"Got my wagon secured for travel though." Stanton says, changing the subject and giving Hogan approximate heading and distance from the camp to the wagon. Stanton has until then to mount his mutiny ...

'Butcherblock Hogan

posted... new goal 
on Fri 10 Jun 2016 @ 10:56 AM (PBW Time)

His crewmen curse and spit at the loss of their fellows, but all Butcherblock does to show his frustration is give a curt sigh and stop Stanton short in the middle of giving directions to his wagon.

"We're not going back for your wagon," he declares, then turns and starts walking towards the helm. Stanton waves the Preacher back down the steps, and the Preacher complies, getting down and out of sight before Butcherblock sees him. The bandit leader strides past Stanton and up the steps to take the helm.

"That posse is on horsback and we're in an airship," he says as he reaches the ship's wheel and swings her around to the north-east. "We're going back to town."


Below, on the stairs, the Preacher hears the murder in Butcherblock's voice. He considers the payload of bombs on this airship. He thinks about the unprotected town.

... and then he glances around the steps and spots the engineer coming out of the engine room. The engineer hasn't seen him yet, but if the Preacher doesn't do something quick, he's going to.

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... Has a Kick 
on Fri 10 Jun 2016 @ 3:46 PM (PBW Time)

Not wanting to alert the remaining crewmen and certainly not wanting to accidentally set something off on this ship, the Preacher uses a swift reversing motion on his mare's leg turning the weapon into a club. A club he winds up on his shoulder, and takes a wild swing at the engineer's head when it comes into sight. Not intending to kill him, but certainly knock him silly enough to get him out of the way. If he had darker desires, his still bloody hatchet wouldn't have objected to earning another notch.

If it works he'll tie up the engineer with some available rope and stuff some shirt in the man's mouth for a gag.

That would leave the remaining three.


posted... spotted! 
on Fri 10 Jun 2016 @ 6:13 PM (PBW Time)

  The Preacher moves around to hide under the stairs and winds up, but the engineer comes around the stairway further than he expected - out of immediate reach. He spots the Preacher crouching on the stairs and claws for the gun at his hip. He clears leather, but then looks nervously at the bombs and instead swings the heavy pistol at the Preacher's head.


The blow knocks the Preacher down to the deck, and the engineer shouts, "STOWAWAY! STOWAWAY!"

The Preacher gets back on his feet quickly and swings the butt of his mare's leg right into the bottom of the engineer's chin, knocking him out cold. Then, his head aching, he tries to decide what to do now that his cover's been blown.

(Preacher takes 2 points of damage)

'Butcherblock Hogan

posted... beat to quarters 
on Fri 10 Jun 2016 @ 6:17 PM (PBW Time)

Up on deck, Butcherblock, Stanton, and the others all hear the engineer shout, "STOWAWAY! STOWAWAY!" from the stairs leading down. Butcherblock draws his huge knife from its beaded sheath and starts in that direction. "All three of you, follow me in," he says as he leads the way down the steps.

Jergard Stanton

posted... Ready ... 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 8:21 PM (PBW Time)

** EDITED June 11, 2016, 8:29 pm **

Stanton pulls out Dunson's shotgun (loaded with standard shells ... the black ones) and keeps it at the ready as he follows Butcherblock, bringing up the rear of the expedition party. "What's the plan when we get back to town?" Stanton speaks louder than strictly necessary, partly to warn the preacher of where the party is, and party to keep the killers distracted.

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... ..and waiting 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 8:41 PM (PBW Time)

The Preacher's head is still ringing a bit from the clock to the noggin, but he manages to pull his wits together enough to hear Stanton shouting up top.

Something about a pan and the color brown.

*Whatever.* the preacher thinks, as he stumbles over the fallen Engineer. He looks over at the main hatch wheel located near the stairs. The careful lettering and labeling with blue for open, *ha* and red for close. He pulls the wheel in the open direction as the hatch behind him splits down the middle and opens up flooding the area with wind. He drags the unconscious engineer into the cramped engine compartment and readies himself for the approaching men. He knows better than to start firing wildly with those "keep away from flame" cylinders.

'Butcherblock Hogan

posted... spreading out. 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 8:51 PM (PBW Time)

Butcherblock looks up incredulously at Stanton's question. "Later," he says impatiently, to the snickering of one of the other bandits. Then he leads the way down the steps, coming up short when he sees the bay doors open. "Shit," he says. "Better not have fallen through ..."

Next, he directs his men to either side of the stairwell, and they obey with their own melee weapons in hand - a smaller knife and a sturdy cudgel. Stanton brings up the rear, and Butcherblock grabs his shoulder. "Go check the crew quarters - up ahead." He points with his knife at the two doors sitting in the bulkhead on the other side of the bay doors sitting open in the floor. "And use your ... cane - not your guns. There's a lot in this room that can explode."

Stanton's distraction gave the Preacher the time he needed to drag the unconscious engineer into the engine room and shut the door. He hears men approaching it. One of the bandits starts to turn the latch. "Connor?" he asks. "Connor, are you alright?"

Jergard Stanton

posted... Aim ... 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 8:55 PM (PBW Time)

Stanton nods and holsters the shotgun (making sure the hammers aren't primed anymore) and carefully steps past the bay doors. He shouts over the wind (whether there is a lot of wind or not) "What should I do if I find someone in the crew quarters? How many people are supposed to be on board anyway?"

He wonders how quickly and how far the grapple can shoot, and whether he can use it to pull Hogan out the door if he can surprise the big man...


posted... Final Entry Re-Post 
on Sat 17 Aug 2019 @ 10:39 AM (PBW Time)

  The preacher has only a few seconds to finish dragging the unconscious Engineer to the back of the engine compartment and get behind some of the machinery before he barely hears "Connor? Connor are you alright?" over the engines.

He gently sets down the marelock uncocked so it won't misfire and pulls out the hatchet, still covered in dried flecks of brown.

Knowing this is the only cover he has, his only chance is surprise and more than a little luck.
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