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Jinx backs away from the one remaining foe a little (5 foot step N), and tries to focus, as before. He fails at it, also as before. It's a possibility. Though he'd probably just use it with a normal crossbow shot instead, at this point; giving up his last power point for the day means giving up...

In what's beginning to form something of a pattern, Jinx tries to gain focus and fails. Apologies, busy days at work.

Jinx stands his ground and lets loose with a second Energy Ray at creature number two. (Attack 11, damage 6.) He doesn't wait to check the result of the blast, and hoofs it northward to a more central position. (four squares N.)

Smiling faintly with accomplishment, Jinx tries concentrating again. Naturally, he fails. Yeesh, natural 1s galore tonight. I'm aware of the penalty, but Jinx's Precise Shot negates it, no?

Jinx opens his eyes and quickly glances around. Ye gods, he thinks. Some of our best are all stabbed up, these rat-faced guys seem barely scratched, we're split right down the middle, and I just can't focus. A mental beat. Time to start actually doing stuff, I figure. Without really thinking...

Jinx stays right where he is, perfectly still, and actually closes his eyes for a moment. Bloody-.. need to get focused, Will is getting killed out there.. And just like that, the intruding edge of despair make him fall just short of his goal.

Jinx shelters behind his horse, and tries to gain focus. With the adrenalin from the near ambush still jangling about his system, he fails, getting nothing for his trouble but wasted time and a slight headache.

((Bump. There doesn't seem to be a consensus regarding what form resolution should take, but since two of the four players have been missing for over a month now, I think it's pointless to wait much longer for their votes. I'm somewhat demotivated to continue this, and I gather Knight Otu isn't...

Feeling his mount startle and stir uneasily under him, Jinx is worried. She may buck kinda like th'deck on a stormy night, but she ain't got sails, or a rudder.. I'd best get off before I get thrown off. He tries a fast dismount and fails, so he'll just dismount to the square W of his horse and...

Good catch, both me and the character judges missed that. Must be from an earlier version of the character. It's fixed.

Jinx is dangerously slow to respond. (Initiative 4.) If hostilities haven't broken out yet by the time he's able to do anything, though, he'll casually reach for his crossbow while trying to talk down the assailants. "What he said! Y'all picked the wrong crew to try and stick up.. I hope for...

Jinx goes over the marching order and watch shift plans, gives his stubbly chin a scratch, and then nods. "Agreed. In large part. Only thing I have to add is that it might be an idea to swap me or Will out with Phelan in the marchin' order - so he'll be in the center, able t'reach pretty much...

(Well, Friday came and went, and then another Friday, and then some more days to boot.. I say it's time to move on to resolution.)

Ditto. No hard feelings towards Grey, but he's apparently busier than he expected to be, and banking on him to pick up where he left off seems like a bad idea under the circumstances. Thanks for stepping in, Covaithe, you're a lifesaver. Is there anything I can do to help?

Count me in.

((Appreciated muchly, Manzanita! But as I understand things, Wik has promised to stop by on Friday and explain what's going on, and probably how he wants to wrap things up as well. It seems like a good idea to wait until then, and see what's up.))

Dunno; maybe he's simply grown disillusioned with LEW, which I can't really fault him for. Doesn't matter either way, to me -- save that I now have both my LEW characters stuck in limbo'd adventures, one of which never even got as far as to get a judge assigned. I'd be willing to wait a little...

((This one appears to've hit a snag. Is anyone, especially Wik, still willing to continue this one, or are we DOA?))

I'm still around and checking in occasionally, even if it seems like both games I was involved in seem to have died, or at least have a priest standing at the foot of the bed making the sign of the cross. Has anyone seen thegreyman, or does anyone know what he's up to?

Huddled under a half-burnt cloak, and with a shoddy bale of wet feathers doing a poor job of pretending to be her familiar back on her shoulder, Jamilee pow-wows with the rest of the party. Preferably somewhere out of direct sight from the building's windows. "We could do that. Kaff. It would be...