Gunslingers v Geeks (IC)

[Zanfire]

Life in the wild is hard and rough, but it has its rewards. The glory and praise awarded to the Marshals who dedicate their lives to bringing order to the lawless lands of the West are the heros of shanty outpost towns every where. Marshton was one such town, and unbeknownst to the simple inhabitants of the small dying gold town they had a few such heroes coming. Unfortunately, unbeknownst to those heroes, they would be needed more than they could know.

Seasoned Marshal Kevin Erndin, was leading his two newest recruits Angelina Harrows Cortez and Flint Eastwood on their latest successful capture of renowned bandits Robert "Blood Dance" Raindance, Mundus Mond and the sultry Camille Foxheart.

The possie had been out in the desert for the past three weeks, without any contact with any civilization at all. They were set to rendezvous with the Sheriff at the nearest town, Marshton the next day.

Kevin leads the possie holding the reigns to Blood Dance's horse as he rides along side, hands bound securely to the pommel of his saddle and again around his girth at the elbow and gaged to avoid any more annoying outbursts. Behind the pair and like wise situated rides Angelina and Mundus, followed by Flint and Camille.

The bandit's capture had been hard a put a heavy toll on both parties. However, as they rode in with their sattle bags low on supplies and horses almost as tired as they were from their long journey they eyed the sunset with hope of a leaky roof, stiff bed, stiffer drinks & loose women for the night. Their eyes should have been on the their path............and their fingers resting on their triggers.......

Make spot checks

[Dayzgone]

Characters

Angelina (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=23327)

Robert (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=23148)

Munduns (http://www.dndsheets.net/view.php?id=23864)

[Dayzgone]

Robert looks around keeping most of his attention on the Law men… and that bitch that snuck up on him. He wants to make sure this get away goes well.

Spot [roll0]

Escape Artist [roll1]

hurray for sh!t spot :smallwink:

[Zanfire]

Rob looks around but his vision is still fairly blurred from that blow to the back of his head that sent him reeling into unconsciousness. He can just barely make out the shadowy shapes of the other riders near him. However, he is able to considerably loosen the bonds holding him, but not quite enough to slip out just yet.......

and with his firearms and trusty knives safely secured in the Marshals far saddle bags, he wouldn't get very far alive any way.....

[Dayzgone]

Rob keeps working on the rope looking to free himself. If he does this round then he will unhook his spur then put his hands back under the ropes to still make him look tied up.

"If these bastards are as law abiding as they look, if I don’t try to escape and try to kill them then they won’t kill me. They will save that for the public”

[roll0]

[Toxcydia]

Miss Angelina sat poised and steady on her horse as they rode towards Marshton. In truth, she was tired of both physically and of the seemingly endless desert. Her hat was tilted slightly down and to the side closest to Mond as to hide the look of disgust in her eyes. She contemplated how she would have finished the outlaws off if Erndin hadn't called her off first. Her trigger fingers twitched in anticipation at the thought. Her eyes scanned her surroundings hoping for something other than the dust and dirt that seemed to go on forever.

[roll0]

[Tarzan]

Weary from the traverse of the vast desert. The desert, a monument to the hardships ahead. Flint anticicipates nothing more than drunken bar fights and slow afternoons from the town ahead. As a young lad, Flints step-father, being a drunk, taunted him of his affliction to come for years until he surcome his temptations. An acceptance of his trouble weighs heavy on his heart and looks to the scenary for comfort.

Spot:[roll0]

[Zanfire]

Looking out across the plains towards the outline of the town he can barely make out, a few hundred feet along the road into Marshton in front of them, Flint just makes out a tangled heap of figures black against the bright orange of the setting sun....

[Tarzan]

Taken aback by his discovery Flint nearly falls off of Paco, his trusty steed. Flint procedes to warn his companoins of what seems to be a dangerous town...."uhh, I reckon we got some misfits causin' all kinda hell in this here town"....As he knods toward the pile of poor souls.. ..

[Zanfire]

The seasoned Marshal, feeling something was not quite right, signals to Angelina and Flint to hold back. "I know this town, Flint, it aint one full o' ruffians, Sheriff here's a good friend o' mine. Serge lead my unit back during the wars. Hold back a ways, lemme check this out first. Stay close, and peal dem eyes a yours dough." Kevin double checks "Bloodance's" bonds, tightening the loose ends up before double lashing his reigns to Mondes's pommel, then rides ahead 60 feet or so before signaling for the rest to follow.

Kevin steadies his horse ten yards off the now obvious pile of rotting bodies and dismounts drawing his shotgun as he approaches the heap to get a closer look.......

He stops a foot or so away and haunches down to inspect a curious wound, when a partially decayed arm flourishes out from the pile sending a loose finger flying in the process and grabs ahold of Kevin by the neck and drags him screaming a hollering into the heap of bodies...

Before the rest of the posse can react or draw breath to scream, three half withered clearly dead yet clearly not, corpses rise from the mound of rotten flesh just 90 feet in front of them and slowly begin to lumber towards them, howling hollow moans, as they slide broken limbs along the ground, with jaws hanging slack....

Roll for initiative fortitude and will....bandits keep in mind you're bound and gagged...

[Dayzgone]

here you go

initiative[roll0]

fortitude[roll1]

will[roll2]

[Zanfire]

Apparently accustom to the sight and smell of rotting flesh, Robert's iron stomach is unfazed by the gruesome sight before him. Unfortunately, he is throughly rooted with fear at seeing the dead walk and devour the only man to ever capture him, alive. Although an inicial burst of adrenaline allowed him to break his bonds free from his saddle's pommel, leaving him retrained only at the wrists and elbos, his fingers and hands free to move, he is now paralyzed by fear unable to move.

Robert may take no further actions until the following round.

[Toxcydia]

Initiative: [roll0]
Fortitude: [roll1]
Will: [roll2]

[Zanfire]

The ever so ladylike Angelina is forced to make a "rare" exception to her normally impeccable behavior due to the stench of decay exuding from the walking corpses. She hangs over the side of her pony as her gut wrenches and violently expels her daily rations along side her leg and splashing onto Mundus' last good pair of boots. Although she is dazed and nauseated, vision blurring from watery eyes and hands slightly shaking, Angelina did not loose her wits and soil her breeches like the bold and bloodthirsty "Bloodance".

Angelina is sickend for the next two rounds and will take a -2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks, however she is not paralyzed by fear and may otherwise act normally on her turn.

[Tarzan]

Int: [roll0]
Fort: [roll1]
Will: [roll2]

[Zanfire]

Wether it was the loose eye that fell into the open mouth of one of the monstrosities before him or Angelina's uncharacteristically graceful action Flint would never know. The only thing he did was that right now he felt upside down and inside out! Flint swooned, breaking out into a hot sweat as his palms clammed up. While his stomach certainly wasn't iron, his spine was certainly steel. Flint Westwood, would not back down so easily! He'd leave the cowardice to the likes of bandits.

Flint is sickend for the next two rounds and will take a -2 penalty on all attack rolls, weapon damage rolls, saving throws, skill checks, and ability checks, however he is not paralyzed by fear and may otherwise act normally on his turn.

[FlowDays]

Initiative: [roll0]
Fort: [roll1]
Will: [roll2]

[Zanfire]

Mundus feels as if all the blood drained from his body and was replaced by solid ice all in one swift rush. He tried to call out but is unable to move, feeling literally frozen with fear, Mundus can't even manage to draw breath.

Mundus may take no actions until the following round

Camille sits back comfortably on her pinto, silently observing the scene as it unfolds before her eyes. She chuckles watching the ever so prim Angelina double over her horse, and nearly bursts out laughing seeing her two "hardened criminal" companions rendered effectively comatose.

Camille is unaffected and may act normally


Order of Combat:
Robert
Mundus
Flint
Left Geek
Right Geek
Camille
Center Geek
Angelina

[Tarzan]

Flint takes aim at the center... foe, steadies his Winchester and slows his breathing. When the moment looks as perfect as his wife back home, he fires..

atk [roll0]
dmg [roll1]

[Dayzgone]

Robert feels his hands shaking. Memories and nightmares, that’s what they were. Millions of images flash though his head but only one sticks. “We must run….” He says it as a whisper.

[Zanfire]

Flint's shot pierces the heart of the body moving towards him and the others, yet the...thing...whatever it is, barely notices. It pauses only a moment, as if confused, then simply returns to its slow advance.

The monstrosities on either side are even more oblivious to their companions would be lethal injury and continue their death rattling wails as they march towards the posse.

Using the confusion of battle to her advantage, Camille deftly slips her wrists free of their bindings giving her enough maneuverability to retrieve a knife hidden in an ornamental hair piece she convinced Flint was a simple heirloom from her long passed mother. Knife in hand she makes quick work of her remaining bindings before securing the blade back in her hair.

All three walking corpses are now 75 feet away

[Dayzgone]

Rob may have been petrified but he knew that sound. The sound of a hidden knife being removed from its hold. Skinny, but sharp, and has yet to see much blood “Camille, may I?” Rob holds out his hands for the knife

As my next turn action once everyone has gone

[Toxcydia]

Angelina stares in awe at the center abomination as it takes a should-be lethal shot like it was nothing. She then wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and proceeds to draw her pistols. As she aims down sight she whispers "Dios tenga misericordia..."

To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Toxcydia]

Second Pistol:
To hit: [roll0]
Damage: [roll1]

[Zanfire]

Angelina's first shot flys wide, but her second shot puts a third eye into her already wounded target. The force of the impact is enough to knock it head over heals and flat on its back...

[Dayzgone]

Camille tosses the knife over to Rob and expertly cuts off the rest of his bonds. He then turns to Mundas “Come on we will need all the help we can get”. And with that he cuts Mundas loss

[FlowDays]

Mond- shaken, but far from dead, snaps out of his trance and digs into the Marshals bags for a suitable weapon...
With a familiar feeling of battle and death, looks down the barrel and with not a care in the world for whose on the other end, aims, fires

attack: [roll0]
if hit: [roll1]

[Zanfire]

Mundas must have been a little more shaken than he thought. For his shot was dead on, only at the doubles he must have been seeing for the shot flew harmlessly past the unfazed monstrosities marching steadily onward...