Vemuz: The weasel spots you and gives a squeak of fear. with trembling hands, he draws a pistol.
You get there first. Overturning tables in your rage and scattering captains, crew, and runners alike, charging the sniveling rat of a runner.
Your boarding axe swings in a gleaming, flat arc, gashing open the runner's chest. You can feel the crack as your axeblow snaps his collar bone. The air is suddenly filled with a fine mist of blood.
Screaming, the runner stumbles back and brings his pistol to bear.
He discharges the weapon at almost point-blank range, and you feel the impact on your shoulder.
(OOC: You took 5 pts. damage. Your opponent, now known as runner #4, turns and double moves, dropping the now-useless pistol.)
Malachi: Your attack slips just past your opponent's guard, gashing his side.
(OOC: You inflict 5 points of damage.)
Malthas: You bring Tuaana to bear on Malachi's opponent, ignoring the unarmed man you just disarmed. Your attack, too, slips through the beleagered runner's guard as he attempts to parry both Malachi's and your attacks simultaneously. He may be good, but he isn't up to Flashing Blades Academy standards.
Unfortunately, ignoring the unarmed runner proved somewhat unwise, as the man arms himself with a long table knife (dagger equivalent), and charges to his friend's aid.
His knife digs lightly into your lower back and you can feel a trickle of blood starting.
(OOC: You inflict two points of damage on runner #3. However, runner #2 has a dagger and charged you on his new turn, inflicting 3 points of damage on you.)
Bimzoole: Once again, shining cannonballs fly, and this time the bartender falls victim. Clearly wounded, he ducks lower behind the bar and brings his musket to bear.
"Oi, did I fergit ta serve you? I'll serve ya some bitter draft ye'll not fancy a bit, ne'er you fear!" he shouts back, over the din. "An' I ain't yer lad, shorty!"
He pulls the trigger as soon as he sees you. The wound is a severe one, and the room swirls in front of you. You recover in a moment, but you still feel lightheaded and your ears are ringing loudly. Your face is wet with blood.
"'Ow do you like them bitters, eh?" The bartender calls mockingly. "Shorty!"
(OOC: 9 points of damage. You inflicted 8 points on the bartender.)
Jonah, Nicodemus: I'll address your situation in tomorrow's post, as I need to get off the computer soon.
Yellow Sign: I'm sorry to hear that. If you feel you need to bow out due to the recent pacing, please note that it's only because I have the long weekend off and so I can keep up the fast-paced. If it helps, I'm inclined to be fairly lenient with the one-post-a-day rule, so I won't strictly demand that you post once a day, just as often as you find convenient. I hope you'll rethink your decision, but if you don't, it's been fun. You and Xanaphia would have been a great addition to the campaign. Good luck in other ventures.
