Thread: ... Against the Sky Bandits!
Board: Beneath Wild Skies
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posted... ... Against the Sky Bandits! 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 8:57 PM (PBW Time)

  Continue your adventures here.

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... Final Entry 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 9:04 PM (PBW Time)

(OOC: This is your GM, re-posting the last entry on the previous thread, for your convenience and mine.)

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.

'Butcherblock Hogan

posted... Battle! 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 10:27 PM (PBW Time)

"Keep it down!" Butcherblock whispers harshly. "We're the only ones here except for Connor, the Engineer. Take out anyone else you see!"

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In the engine room, the Preacher waits quietly behind some machinery as the sky-bandit opens the door and steps cautiously inside, leading with a knife. He waits for his opportunity, then strikes swiftly and without warning, slamming the head of his hatching deep into the man's shoulder!

The sky-bandit's eyes bulge in pain and he starts screaming as his blood paints the inside of the engine room. He falls away, leaving just enough space for his friend to come in after him.

(What follows is a record of a live-play session)

Butcherblock begins charging around to the other door to the engine room, but Stanton is faster. He draws the sword from his sword cane and yells, "I'm coming to help! Hold on, my friends!" before "accidentally" slipping on some coiled rope and slicing across the cudgel-bandit's leg.

The bandit curses and turns, but stops when he sees Stanton's sheepish face. "Oops," says Stanton apologetically. The Preacher rolls around the door and chops the sky-bandit down before he can puzzle out whether Stanton REALLY meant to stab him or not.

As Stanton finds himself face-to-face with the bloodied Preacher, the first man through the door switches his knife to his other hand and cuts the Preacher's arm, leaving a wicked gash (2 points of damage, the Preacher is down to 4 VP).

Butcherblock Hogan barrels through the starboard door to the engine-room and begins climbing over the machinery to get at the Preacher.

Stanton winks at the Preacher, yells, "Have at you!" and lunges with his sword cane. He "slips," though, and runs the last sky-bandit right through his chest. Getting the hint, the Preacher takes his hatchet in both hands and, yelling a native warcry at the top of his lungs, shoves Stanton back out of the door and into the main cargo hold. The bay doors yawn ominously to one side, but Butcherblock is still scrambling through the engine room, giving the two of them a moment to confer.

Stanton gets an idea from somewhere and pulls out his new grappling line. He hooks it to one of the straps holding a bomb in place as they pass it, the two of them mock-struggling their way around the bay doors towards the fore of the ship. As Butcherblock clears the engine room doors, the cold fury in his eyes is clearly visible even in the dark, cramped hold. "I'll kill you," he says to the Preacher as he rushes across the hold. "I will gut you like a fish and skin you like a ..."

At that point, Stanton pulls on his grappling line, releasing the bomb. It rolls down the bulkhead and under Butcherblock's foot. He slips and falls towards the open bay doors, just barely stopping himself by grabbing hold of one of the rappelling lines.

The Preacher gives off fighting with Stanton, and Stanton relaxes a bit, showing Butcherblock their ruse. He hurries over to the wheel that closes the bay doors and starts turning it for all he's worth. Butcherblock's eyes go wide, and he starts climbing up the ropes as fast as he can manage. He gets himself up above the level of the bay doors before the Preacher can get them fully closed, however, and swings over to the starboard side of the hold, opposite of where the Preacher is at the wheel. He glares with simmering hatred at Stanton as he snatches up a spare wrench and says, "You son of a bitch. You planned this whole thing."

Stanton takes up a defensive pose with his sword cane and says flippantly, "If it's any consolation, I was mostly winging it. Now if you'll tell me what you planned to do when you got back to town, I might let you live. (Fighting defensively, with a readied action to try and trip Butcherblock when he gets close.)

The Preacher doesn't try anything so fancy. He moves around the aftward side of the bay doors and takes a swing at Butcherblock with his hatchet. He clips the scarred top of Hogan's head, but the sky bandit rallies quickly and then lunges at Stanton. Stanton tries to kick at Butcherblock's legs, but he drops his guard to do it and gets hit in the face with the wrench. It hits with a crack, and Stanton's vision goes dark as he hits the floor. (5 damage - Stanton is stunned until next round and at 6/10 wound points.)

The Preacher pursues Butcherblock and swings hard, missing this time as the bandit ducks the wild blow. Butcherblock turns and forces the Preacher back with a swing of his own, but doesn't hit him. As the two combatants test each other, Stanton shakes off the hit as best he can. He thinks his jaw might be broken, but he strikes valiantly with his sword. The thrust punches into Butcherblock's back, and the bandit growls in pain. He turns to smash Stanton once again, but leaves his side exposed. The Preacher plants his hatchet in Butcherblock's back, and the big man drops to his knees.

'Butcherblock Hogan

posted... last words 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 10:29 PM (PBW Time)

Butcherblock Hogan's mouth works without any sound coming out. His hand grips the braid of black hair hanging near his knife sheath, and finally, he says, "I'm not done with you Jer' Stanton."

Then he slips to the side and pitches down through the bay doors and into the blackness below.

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... Tend to the Engineer 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 10:42 PM (PBW Time)

The preacher realizes that the last conscious person capable of piloting this vessel just dropped out to inky blackness.

"Erm....Stanton...I don't know how to fly this thing. If you're feeling up to it, get topside, and I'll see if the engineer will be willing to aid us."

He proceeds to head over and see what happened to the Engineer with the intent of binding the man and tending his wounds. He shouts over to Stanton before they split up at the stairs,

"I'll patch you up the best I can once we're no longer hurtling towards our possible demise."


Jergard Stanton

posted... Write if you get work 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 10:46 PM (PBW Time)

"Yell if you need help. I'll see what's up on deck ..." Stanton heads up the stairs and to the wheel. He wonders for a moment if it would have been better for the engineer to wake up to a friendly face. The Preacher's gentler medical touch would be better than this own on the battered and bruised engineer.

Admin

posted... altiwha? 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 10:58 PM (PBW Time)

  The Preacher heads to tend to the engineer and Stanton heads up to the top deck and the ship's wheel. As soon as he gets up there he wonders how in the hell anyone flies at night. He can't see a thing! Fortunately, there is a light at the pilot's post, and Stanton tries to make sense of the dials and levers, as well as the map that has been nailed down to a little table nearby. He sees an X marking the campsite, and a circle around Chloride. If Butcherblock turned the wheel in that direction, that means they must be somewhere between the two marks.

"Okay," says Stanton. "That probably means everything is fine ..." After all, Hagins' peak is the tallest mountain around, and if they cleared that, they should be high enough that they won't hit anything.

Then Stanton spots a dial marked, "Altimeter." He figures that probably means "Altitude." It's at 7000 feet ... and dropping.

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Down below, the Preacher starts wrapping the engineer's head-wound. About halfway through bandaging it, the engineer wakes up with a start. "Aw, Christ!" he grumbles. "What the hell hit me ...?"

Then he sees the Preacher and starts again. "You ... y- YOU hit me, yah bastard!" he claws for his gun but finds his holster empty. "Whadaya want with me?"

Jergard Stanton

posted... Dropping like a... ship? 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 11:04 PM (PBW Time)

Stanton looks around for something like the speaking tubes the Engineer showed him before. He hopes he grabbed the one for the engine room and calls down "Hey Preacher! Is Connor awake yet? We may have a problem ... I think we're losing altitude."

He looks around for controls that might drop ballast, or inflate the airbag, or ... something ...

"Blondie" The Preacher

posted... A way with words 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 11:14 PM (PBW Time)

"Now you calm yourself down and get the gum out of your ears or we're all going to be in for a world of hurt. Butcherblock's gone and so is everyone else that can fly this thing. Now you have two choices, you can fight me and we'll all die right here and now, or you can work with me, get yourself a fair cut of whatever we find in return for keeping this beast aloft and out of trouble."

"Now, I'm looking you in the eye and giving you my sincere apologies for hitting ya, but you did the same to me." He shows the red and slightly swollen mark on his face.

The voice of Stanton rings through the speaking tube, "Hey Preacher! Is Connor awake yet? We may have a problem ... I think we're losing altitude."

"If we don't put this behind us quick, we're not going to be around long enough to talk about it."

"I don't know if you're a god-fearing man, but anyone that can make hellfire soar among the heavens has to have some kind of religion in em. So if we have an agreement, you tell me...how do we get back down to earth safely?"

The preacher makes sure to reclaim his marelock as un-threateningly as possible but do whatever the Engineer asks. He'll also make sure to reclaim any weapons he finds so that the Engineer doesn't get any ideas. They'll have to talk more later.

Admin

posted... almost ... 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 11:20 PM (PBW Time)

  Connor thinks about it for about three seconds, then gets up and quickly gets to the engine's controls. He works them for a bit, says, "Brace yerself," and then hauls on a lever that makes the engine roar.

Up above, Stanton can suddenly see the dark shape of a mountain looming ahead of them. It has two peaks with a gap between them, and they are heading right for the one on the left.

Everyone gets pulled down to the deck as the ship lifts upward quickly. Stanton hauls himself back up and can see that they now have the altitude to go between the two peaks, IF he can steer the ship into the gap fast enough.

Jergard Stanton

posted... Thread the needle 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 11:23 PM (PBW Time)

"Hang on! We're gonna thread the needle. I think." Stanton calls into the tube. He turns the wheel trying to steer his way between the peaks. He imagines this ship will be more lithe than a sea ship, but as a bomber probably less nimble than his wagon.

Admin

posted... ... got it! 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 11:26 PM (PBW Time)

  Stanton spins the wheel hard, stopping it before he overcorrects, and the Flicker soars between the peaks and up into the night sky.

Down below, Connor and the Preacher wait in silence. When nothing happens, he says nervously, "Well, I guess that means the ship ain't crashed ... what now?"

Admin

posted... into the sunset 
on Sat 11 Jun 2016 @ 11:43 PM (PBW Time)

  This is where this story ends, so let's sum up.

-Stanton needs medical attention. Something in his face is definitely broken. The Preacher can tend to him with some initial care, but he will need to see a doctor.

-The Preacher will also need to get tended to, but his wounds are the sort he can see to himself.

-The weapons haul is significant. The prize of the bunch is a merwin-hubert revolver:

Here is a picture of one locked and ready -

http://www.rockislandauction.com/photos/57/p_standard/COB1171-S-F1-H.jpg

And here is a picture of how it opens -

http://picturearchive.gunauction.com/8161223930/8994985/merwin_22.jpg_thumbnail1.jpg
This revolver functions as a normal one except that reloading it is a move action instead of a full-round action, thanks to its rapid opening system.

There are also 4 rifles, 3 other revolvers (or four, if you decide to keep the engineer's pistol), and an assortment of simple melee weapons. You can't seem to find Butcherblock's gigantic knife - it must have fallen out of the hold during the fight.

The hold has plenty of food, and one crate with what looks to be more than $2000 in cashy monies. The room below the engine room appears to be the fuel room, and has enough to keep you guys aloft for a few more days.

Admin

posted... Reaper Ward 
on Sun 2 Sep 2018 @ 4:53 PM (PBW Time)

  Alright, Reaper ... DRAW!

Jergard Stanton

posted... Reaper Ward 
on Mon 7 Jan 2019 @ 5:25 PM (PBW Time)

Standard Warding

Admin

posted... Reape Ward 
on Sat 13 Apr 2019 @ 8:47 PM (PBW Time)

  Standard Warding
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