There's nothing Herr Doktor or anyone could have done for this fellow, though H.D. is, almost furiously, examining the wound and seeking any possibilities of resuscitation. Eolthala looks to be doubling over, as if she's trying to not become sick. For a moment, all but Herr Doktor are in shock. (Except Jay. Where did he go?)
The grandfather startles into movement. "She knows," he whispers. "she knows?" Then: "To horse, my friends! We must not delay! Granddaughter - find something for them to wear. Something where they won't be so obvious and - uh - alien!"
Herr Doktor may not have heard. He clearly has not yet given up on his patient.
[[Apologies for my absence this week. MM attacks have been frequent and severe, probably due to the severe weather which hurt Oklahoma so badly. Our continued prayers, support (financial and otherwise) to friends and relatives who are proving their courage and resilience once again.]]
Eolthala is jolted out of her usual reticence by her grandfather's command. She grabs and armload of her own clothes and shoves them at a startled Emma. "These should fit you," she says. She looks around and starts pointing at things as she speaks. "This fabric is obviously alien; get rid of it. So is this one, and that one. That garment is oddly cut, but you can cover it for now, and we can modify it later. Same for that one. Cut off any insignia on any garment you are keeping. Shoes... Shoes are hopeless. Get yours dirty, and see that they stay dirty until we can get replacements." Then she starts handing out cloaks and cover-ups, and finally tries to pack a few of her own things.
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ReplyDeleteHerr Doktor will show the flint to the other folks and ask them if they know what significance it has.
He is still worried about Eothala and wonders if the medication patches and injection in his belt
pouch could be used to help her.
{Chet assumes Herr Doktor expresses these things verbally, and holds out the baseball diamond shaped flint.}
{for some reason, this thing hasn't let Roy or Mark post on this entry. Don't yet know why. Maybe one now has to click on "comments" instead of the pencil? When I clicked onto the pencil, it threw me to my Blogger dashboard, which Is Not Right. Here's Mark's entry.}
ReplyDeleteEmma shameless strips off her clothes and changes, hacking at insignia with her pocket knife. 'There! How does that look, fellas? I did have some basic donkey training at pilot school - you never know what you'll be riding.'
L'wisz joins in the disrobing but takes a moment to cast his beady eyes over Emma while she is in a state of undress. Smiling lasciviously he opines,
ReplyDelete"My dear, if you had a beard, I might even think you attractive!
Riding any sort of beast is no fun when your legs are as short as mine are! Any chance I can go pilion with someone?"
{Before we leave the quiet cottage of Jay Scottsmith, I need to ask for a few Saving Rolls.
ReplyDeleteHerr Doktor: I need a LvL1 SR on IQ and a LvL2 SR on IQ.
L'wisz: I need a LvL2 SR on IQ.
Emma: I need a LvL3 SR on IQ from you OR a SR on your Talent of Myths & Legends (IQ+1d6)
Eothala: Just a LvL1 SR on IQ, my dear.
If you haven't each outfit yourself with primitive weapons, you might see what you can scavenge from Jay's cottage or Eothala's supplies.}
Herr Doktor rolls 3,3,4,1 on INT 18 = 29
ReplyDeleteand 5,5,3,1 on INT 18 = 32, making both saving rolls easily
Meanwhile he is donning new clothes and scuffing his boots
(Which deeply grieves his proud Prussian heart). He looks for
a sabre and dagger among the available weapons. He keeps
checking to see if his arm and eye are recovering any
function. Once dressed he will tend to Eothala to see if
he can do anything for her.
Herr Doktor did not make his SR on luck for finding weapons..
ReplyDelete1,1,4,2 on Luck 10 = 18
Scheiss!
Emma (non-gay 14s on all attributes - remembering old joke) so based on 14 plus (rolls 1d6) 1 (!!!) - rolls 2,3 - hopeless Runequester that she is, notwithstanding all her bravado, duffs it.
ReplyDeleteTo the doctor, she winks saucily and says 'I'm sure you would know where to put your hands, Doktor...'
[Rolled 9 (6+3), haven't got my character sheet on me, did I just succeed or just fail to make L2 IQ SR?]
ReplyDeleteEolthala blushes furnace red at Emma's nudity, and tries to stay away from the creepy Doktor, who seems MUCH too interested in her. (Along the way she also rolls a 1,1 followed by a 5,4, plenty good enough for a level one SR). Fortunately she is too horrified and fascinated by Emma to even notice L'wisz...
ReplyDelete{You each shall receive an e-mail within the next 45 minutes (?) informing you of the result(s) of your roll(s) and your roleplay.}
ReplyDeleteEmma nudges her beast beside Eothala and asks her if she has ever seen a quadruple eclipse. "I'm thinking in red today," she confides. "I think the moon will be a bloody crimson ball tonight - I think the Goddess will fly the skies before we wake up again."
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