Quote from: Rondo;264985I'm here, and can fill in if everyone wants me to.  

Go ahead, if Wulf can't make it. I know I'd trust my character with your rolls.

Cool.

Initiative: 5 (not sure if he has some bonuses)
Attack: 65 (ditto as above)
Damage:? Let me know what you need me to roll for our Frankenstein

(btw: not sure if you can check the dice record on the roller I'm using, but be sure and let me know if you want me to try to link you to that...I HAVE been rolling lucky, but honest, I swear! ha)

[Just roll d6, I'll add the STR bonus.]

[Seeing as I don't post my rolls for NPCs at all, I'm not too worried about it.  I am satisfied with the honor system.  If anybody ever wants to make things more "official," let me know.  ]

"1"....what was the braggin i was doing about rolling earlier...groan...

Quote from: Rondo;265047"1"....what was the braggin i was doing about rolling earlier...groan...

It was tempting fate, that's what it was! A gamer of your experience should really know better...

[Ahh, gamers, and their strange ideas about probability ]

Quote from: ttagxamm;263964...but the wombie is still fighting.  He grabs at Creature's neck, trying to drag him into a clinch, but a spark of necrolectricity from the frankenstein's neck bolts zaps him and he backs away.

Sparks still arcing from his neck bolts Creature backhands the wombie.  With a groan Frochanbo sinks to his knees and slumps to the ground.  

The last of the wookies growls angrily and climbs into the waiting wheelchair.  Your crew and the other fighters crowd in, cheering and yelling.  Someone rolls a keg into the middle of one of the circles.

(yea, ha...no kiddin', rookie mistake!  Dice always getcha in the end...)....

Buck wonders to himself, amongst the revelry, "Is this thing over with, finally?", and he starts to grin at Zarko, wiping some dried blood off his nose and lip.

[If Buck thinks about for a minute he'll realize there's a whole day left -- you can leave any time you like though]

Quote from: Rondo;265231(yea, ha...no kiddin', rookie mistake!  Dice always getcha in the end...)....

Buck wonders to himself, amongst the revelry, "Is this thing over with, finally?", and he starts to grin at Zarko, wiping some dried blood off his nose and lip.

"For today, maybe," Zarko says with a smirk. "Meanwhile, do you know any kind of first aid that would help our Fearless Leader over here?" He points a thumb toward Creature, who quite frankly has looked better. I mean like this morning he looked better.

"I'll set up watches for the night."

"Hmm...see what I can do...", Buck approaches Creech..."Easy buddy...let me see here", trying to administer what he can with water and cloth.

"I'll get the next watch", he nods to Zarko.

Quote from: ttagxamm;265091Your crew and the other fighters crowd in, cheering and yelling.  Someone rolls a keg into the middle of one of the circles.

Quote from: Rondo;265231Buck wonders to himself, amongst the revelry, "Is this thing over with, finally?", and he starts to grin at Zarko, wiping some dried blood off his nose and lip.

Quote from: Coffee;265271"For today, maybe," Zarko says with a smirk. "Meanwhile, do you know any kind of first aid that would help our Fearless Leader over here?" He points a thumb toward Creature, who quite frankly has looked better. I mean like this morning he looked better.

"I'll set up watches for the night."

Quote from: Rondo;265357"Hmm...see what I can do...", Buck approaches Creech..."Easy buddy...let me see here", trying to administer what he can with water and cloth.

"I'll get the next watch", he nods to Zarko.

You and your fighters relax again after the wookies are defeated.  The Tenmen play till midnight, ending with a 20 minute version of something called "Surfin Bird."  Pinching his mouth disapprovingly, Philimon laments the damaging influence of Terran religious music on Vanthian popular culture.  He seems poised to launch into a lengthy diatribe when Abdul Nomascus silences him with a raised eyebrow.

As the show wears on the crowd begin to get frisky.  Moods darken and fights break out in the crush of bodies near the stage.  No doubt the kegs of dwarf grog and ale contribute to the delinquency of the brawlers.  Thanks to your watches no one bugs you.

However, a few of your crew find trouble of their own.  Wiggy Plop and a few others sneak off to watch the Tenmen up close, and not all of them make it back.  One of the klengon deserters loses a headbutting contest with a rock gnome.  The motor-mouthed Sugar Ray Rocketblaster yaps to the wrong chap and ends up eating his words, with a fistful of knuckles for an appetizer.  

The keg someone rolled in after your battle goes unnoticed by Zarko and Buck, but not by Muruzabal and the hobling Harmon Brewster.  Hiding it under a makeshift tarp they stage an impromptu drinking contest.  The mad amazon passes out during an ill-advised keg stand and is rolled off in the tarp by fast-moving goblin medics.

Happily, you draw new fighters to your ranks, and by morning your crew is 16 strong, not counting Creature, Buck and Zarko.

[Anyone who took damage heals 1-4 HP]

[Sorry to blow off last night guys.  Hella busy day at work yesterday; needed to chill last night.  Prolly won't post muchly till evening -- feel free to chat amongst yourselves, talk to your crew, etc.]

Quote from: ttagxamm;264976Her nose twitching, the ratling squeals with unabashed delight over Quazarn's miniaturized beast of burden.  "It's a real live little ossyel!"  

Checking her glee she says more sternly, "What else for the hat and your safety?"

After another awkward silence sterness turns to peevish boredom.  The rat girl drums her fingers on the table, nails clicking on the wood.  Eventually she stands up.  

"If you vecks get tired of sodding around ask for Ika Norvegova.  Maybe we still do business," she sneers, "Maybe you gloops snuff it first."