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Frella The Lagoo slave leads the Bishop into the palace, past the wrecked gates that were blown down by the cannon that the marines wheeled in on a carriage. A few of the lagoo slaves that were pulling the gun-carriage are being treated for their wounds, but the heavy chainmail they had been...

Nicely done on the Intimidation roll. Smythe's got a reputation as a ruthless dude. Frella's not going to notice anything unless it really jumps out at him beyond the normal stuff.

OK, give me an Intimidate check, I'll toss in a +2 circumstance bonus for the speech, and another +1 for the musket for at total of +3. You've got a nasty rep from the Third Crusade, and are known to be a brutal close quarters fighter, specializing in urban and jungle combat. And gimme a...

Frella The city has taken only moderate damage compared to what Frella has seen during the Crusade. The majority of the buildings are intact, the majority of the people who put down their weapons, did not fight against the Holy Empress's marines, or just plain hid are still alive, and hardly...

OK, that's a roll to hit on the ranged, I'll let the draw and throw go as one motion due to the rule of cool, and then it'll be grabbing the musket and leveling it for your other move equivelant action. So go ahead and give me a roll to hit.

Frella The Lord Captain finds his attention turned back to Bishop Frella at his sudden 'demotion' in favor of the Lord Bishop's slave. The church soldier's expression does not change, but there's a feeling of a lessening in tension from the man. One of the church soldier breathes a sigh of...

Is Smythe even going to care when gunfire starts up in the tavern?

Looks like we might get a flat out Shootout at the OK Corral.

Frella "My... my apologiesth, your eminence, pleathe, I mean no offenthe." The Lord Captain pales, his eyes darting left and right, seeking a way out. One of his men has the unfortunate timing of snickering at the Lord Captain's embarrassment as well as his lisping shout right when the Lord...

OK, with those two Quickshots out of the way and ready for layout, let's get back to this. I'll get on the whole thing in just a minute.

Yeah, got the email and checked the log. Ouch. Hope he doesn't mind using a hook for the rest of his life. Edit: We'll pick this up soon. :) Gotta run.

Oh, I'm SO going to need a roll to hit on that. We'll use http://dicelog.com/dice for that. :)

That is the personal brand of Lord Bishop Horaga Verestian. The very Lord Bishop who found the Lord Admiral guilty and burned him at the stake. Anyone know for the "12 Nights of 10,000 Pyres" is probably not a man known for his forgiving nature or jocularity.

Frella ---------- Frella can hear the whispers of the Godless Lagoos who had sought to continue their foul demon worship on the shores of this undiscovered continent, as well as feel the fearful stares of the tuskers, as he strides ahead of the Lord Captain and his animals. His eyes...

That oughta work. Wow, that's gonna be known all over the place.

Frella ------- One second the Molty is praying, the next the last thing to ever go through his mind does. The bullet from Bishop Frella's pistol. The man pitches face first onto the split-log sidewalk outside the building, his hair on fire from the closeness of the muzzle blast. The tuskers and...

Aaaand another one bites the dust. Rather spectacularly. Give me a Perception Check.

All right. Give me crit damage on your pistol. Additionally, give me an Intimidate Check, let's see just how this affects the Church soldiers around you. Oh, and +1 Rep point on your sheet. EVERYONE will know about this by nightfall.

All right, Lykere. :) Hopefully the game will pick up pretty quickly.

Smythe ---------- The tusker girl scrambles to her feet, rushing over to one of the barrels with a caved in lid, and scooping out two mugs of thick rich mead, hurrying back with them and offering them to the Scout Captain and his 'assistant'. She keeps her head down and is obviously nervous...