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If you still need recruits, I'm up for a wizard.

This is a minor point, but I would also nix the Tumble check on the Kip-Up ability. It isn't necessary for balance reasons, isn't present in other d20 kip-up abilities (e.g. Thief-Acrobat, Daredevil), and isn't hard to do IRL once you get the hang of it.

Does anyone know of the proper way to determine starting Wealth for characters above first level? So far the only options I see are to determine starting Wealth for a 1st-level character, and then go through level advancement with Profession checks until the appropriate level is reached; or to...

BJ frowns at the man. He closes his medical kit, trying to palm a scalpel from behind the kit's lid. He then grabs the briefcase with both hands, the scalpel hidden behind it, and walks over to the franco. He nervously blinks a little too rapidly, readying himself to swipe at the wrist arteries...

Apart from seeming oblivious to the suspicious goings-on which continue to take place, BJ resorts to what he knows: looking after the injured, namely the poor executive... as well as any other casualties which may arise in the intrepid crew investigating the mysteries which keep BJ from his...

"Treize" is the proper spelling for the first word, but "Corbins" really should translate... blame AV for that one.

Having stabilized the executive, BJ asks the ranger, "Um, Mr. Ranger guy, you need those lacerations treated. C'mere and sit down." He binds the wounds and stops Ben's bleeding while only half paying attention, somewhat distracted by the second instance of unexplained noises.

BJ rolls his eyes upon seeing the ranger's arms without a medical kit in them, and worse, with more injuries to treat. "Okay, this is where one of you tells me that there was at least a first aid kit in the store. Right?"

OOC: Waiting for something from Jarval on the medical kit issue.

BJ appears to be getting frustrated. "I'm a surgeon at St. James in Butte. I can help him fine, but I need my goddamn kit, and soon! Where's that Indian, anyway?"

"Sure, that's fine.. just lay it next to him there." BJ puts his hands beneath the wound in the executive's abdomen. "Alright, I need you to help me lift him, on three. And it's BJ." He strains to help lift the executive. "The ranger had better get back with my kit soon... he'll die without it."

BJ waits inside the freezing cold washroom, kneeling with his bloodied hands on his pant legs, seemingly not minding of the blood on his expensive clothes. Maybe the coffee desensitized him. Whatever the case, today is a bad day to be worn by BJ.

At the gunshot, BJ becomes even more resolved to avoid looking for trouble. I'll, uh, look after the executive until those other guys get back.

BJ takes the offered flashlight and sits back on his knees, frustratedly waiting to be able to save the injured executive. As the others leave, he speculates about the noise from the other room. It couldn't have been another victim, he thinks. There wasn't time. But the attacker has to be around...

BJ stares at the executive's body for a moment, blood on his hands, and pondering the icicle stuck into his abdomen. Damn, that's weird, he thinks. "On second thought, I'm not moving him until the icicle is out, and I won't do that without my kit. Is there anything around can double as a stretcher?"

The kneeling figure quickly pulls some keys from his pocket and tosses them at the man with the light. "I need the medical kit -- you know, red cross on it -- from the black Chevy Suburban outside the lobby entrance. Go." He rips off a piece of the executive's shirt, and while he attempts to...

BJ loses the scared expression on his face and suddenly appears very purposeful and calm. He tries to examine the man's wounds to determine the extent and gravity of his injuries, hoping that he won't have to fetch his medical kit from his SUV. Maybe I should call for help. ... No, the maniac...

BJ drops to one knee, unfazed by the sight of blood, and tries to find who it came from using the wholly inadequate watch light. Being unsure of where the intruder may be, he stays silent, hoping to help whoever is hurt.

BJ freezes as the cold wind enters the washroom, staying as still and quiet as possible during the sounds of combat. As the room becomes silent again, he holds his breath, waiting for some noise to indicate whether the assailant is still there. If there appears to be nothing, he'll try to get at...

BJ sits in his corner of the shop nervously drinking too much coffee and playing games on his gaudily-coloured cellphone. He advances a stage and pauses to take a sip of hot coffee when the cell beeps loudly at him. He startles, spilling coffee on his polo shirt. He curses silently but the words...