Porcupine John tracks the retreating NCO, thinking of all the times he's bagged rabbits and deer as they ran. He fires one round, hoping he's lead the target enough. He remembers one winter morning when he saw a rabbit running straight away from him. He'd placed the front sight of his shotgun betwe...

Dutch
Dutch breathes slowly, occasionally hitching with pain. I'm still here, LT. His eyes droop shut as he speaks.

Thanks, guys. It looks like things will sort out OK, but I wanted to be a little pre-emptive if I suddenly went radio silent.

Your pointcrawl rules sound perfectly reasonable. It covers the main points, but leave 'wiggle room' if we Players do something off-the-wall.

Mikhail
Elk, not moose. I'll remember this area- a team of hunters could harvest several of those beasties and feed a whole village. It's not something I'd want to tackle right now- we don't have the right gear for a big hunt like that. Let's push on

Folks: My mother is in the hospital, dealing with what we think is congestive heart failure. If I take too long to respond, Please NPC my characters.
If you have any positive vibes to send her way, please do.

Mudlark
Yar, I'm with you, Nesta.

Folks: My mother is in the hospital, dealing with what we think is congestive heart failure. If I take too long to respond, Please NPC my characters.
If you have any positive vibes to send her way, please do.

Folks: My mother is in the hospital, dealing with what we think is congestive heart failure. If I take too long to respond, Please NPC my characters.
If you have any positive vibes to send her way, please do.

Folks: My mother is in the hospital, dealing with what we think is congestive heart failure. If I take too long to respond, Please NPC my characters.
If you have any positive vibes to send her way, please do.

Folks: My mother is in the hospital, dealing with what we think is congestive heart failure. If I take too long to respond, Please NPC my characters.
If you have any positive vibes to send her way, please do.

Daisy Daisy shrieks when the pain hits. When the group finds themselves in the dark again, her cries become a low mutter of curses in Halfling, Dwarf, and Orcish. (Sailors have _nothing_ on Army medics). She stays on her hands and knees, and attempts to find the wall she was closest to. IF/WHEN she...

Luther
Luther growls. Big trouble down there. I say we go two at a time, if we go at all.

*strums a power chord on the Stratocaster* And my axe...

Joker
Joker takes a couple of reluctant steps toward the Western door. Julia! Neredesin? he shouts.

Mikhail
Mikhail returns to his place in the front, casting back and forth across the route like a hunting dog searching for a scent. He stops to kick open a rotted log and pick out a few fat grubs to snack on, then continues.

Mudlark Mudlark is on one knee at the moment, apparently adjusting her shoe- but actually looking for alarm glyphs at the base of a shelf. Yar, I'll go with. I didn't let myself get taken into the orphanage, but I've heard a lot of evil things 'bout it. She's a bad 'un, and I'll be glad to see her ...

I have no notes or comments. You're the DM, running your game.

Joker
Despite the situation, Joker grins a little. It's nice to see 'crooked cop' techniques used by the good guys for a change.

[1d2]=1 No flashlight.

Joker turns on the light app on his phone. This will drink the battery quickly...

Luther
Luther moves around to try and get behind Chauncey, with an eye toward grappling him.

I can't speak for anyone else, but I've had a bad case of weird life this week, so I've been tired a lot.