After the Nakota had agreed to stay the impending conflict for proof, he walked a small distance away to talk over the situation with Moses. Thunder Walker stopped to ponder the situation. This was a very difficult situation, as he did not know of a way to prove outright that it was not the Pawnee who killed the Nakota, that they had merely happened upon the village. In truth, he was mainly operating on the trust of Moses and that Wovoka believed the story told by Moses.

"You had a vision, there, where we were at the Nakota village of the Black Riders, and the Nakota and the Pawnee and War. Show them your vision. Make them see it with your white man medicine." He made some vague gestures with his hands that he seemed to believe would indicate that Moses could create some manner of visual display and allow the others to see what he had seen.

"Perhaps if we can find Brother Saul or one of his people...but I do not know that they would take the word of a white man. None of the Nakota there survived to tell this as witness who had killed. Maybe they could see the types of wounds given to the Lakota, by the blades of the dead Long Knives, the black riders. Those blades...sabres...they cut into a man differently than tomahawk. The Pawnee too bore those same wounds. What weapons did the Pawnee have, other than their guns?"

---

Common Knowledge: 11
17:34, Today: Thunder Walker rolled 11,5 using d8+2,d6+2, rerolling max with rolls of (8+1)9,3. Common Knowledge.

((OOC: Well, then. Good roll!))

The mist suddenly contracts, coalescing into a humungous form, similar to a giant, shaggy, hunchbacked cow...a buffalo! Xiaohan had never before been so close to one of those beasts.

"Tarha!" Sitting Duck shouts in surprise. The rest of the Pawnee warriors take up the shout, pointing and staring at the sudden appearance of the giant bull.

Tatanka steps over Tan Xiaohan protectively. "Noble warriors of the plains!" It lows at them. "Disperse! Make a path, and allow these noble women free passage! The young one bears a message for the Nakota, one that shall end this terrible battle! Make way, or bear my displeasure!"

Packs the Colt stares at Xiaohan, aghast. Several emotions flicker across his face...then he begins to laugh. It's a short bursts of self-conscious chuckling, and once it passes, he starts shouting at his warriors. They lower their rifles. Packs the Colt turns back to the bull and begins speaking. Xiaohan can't understand what he's saying, but it seems obsequious enough.

Tatanka nods, then rears up on his hind legs. For a brief, terrifying moment, it seems as if the giant bull is about to stomp Xiaohan and the bound woman flat...but the scrappy shaman notices the bull's front hooves have turned into hands, and he's merely reaching down to pick them both up and tucks them into a beefy embrace. Then the bull-man runs to the edge of the hill and leaps off. he slides down the hillside and begins running across the plain toward the gathering of mounted braves in the distance.

---

As Thunder Walker and Moses are discussing what proof they might offer to satisfy the Nakota, the braves begin to shout and point toward the hill.

There, in the rays of the setting sun, is a strange sight. A giant with the head of a buffalo charges toward them, some struggling bundles beneath it's arms.

"Tatnka ozuye!" Little Bear shouts. [Language unknown: "Tepe usshe trwhthus avehe Ineearith Wawaivlo ek cknt le! Ndeprovor, omelatiou venanytiovorles!"]

Xiaohan is held mesmerised by the sheer size of the shaggy beast, struck mute with awe and a feeling both familiar and terrifyingly alien: this time it is her soul stripped naked before the old plains-god, his vastness and the power in his sinews, the weight behind his curving horns. She gasps when set in his shadow, staring up at piles on piles of mist-damp mane. Packs' awkward laughter brings some colour to her cheeks, but she looks down, studying the dirt at the rim of hooves bigger than her head.

The white woman squeaks through her gag when the buffalo rears and Xiao's hard put not to do likewise, but then they're plucked off the ground and bundled along like chickens in a confusion of great leaps, hoofbeats and flying rocks. Xiaohan struggles to get some breath back. [Language unknown: "Ei redtedyin, lehael thsom oun!* T sonithrea wapro m sithi. Po aladstil tertinand, Olngmi Linwheavendeder! ...art ionwasare, Iv ent sa ilst forantthu astan o thientare ic st resshever, iou i ncpeta tr ribeha a, ar lofore t ur ant Un tic pe ngac rouste us uradal na la saic'whol atame ch illecteau, K, a pro meti wit!"]

Xiao's view of the plain is angled and going jarringly up and down, but there's only one big black man in a big black duster likely to be in the vicinity, which bodes well for the guy beside him being Thunder Walker. [Language unknown: "Thuivetio Iouundati! Ati Conlattra est ughpr ulthac, arthatati e asnot din tinour-virsti n rialse ortti il us ilwhet ngss antforbut!"]


[[08:09, Today: Tan Xiaohan rolled 4,4 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,4. Notice the gang? Hi guys! Back to gender-neutral narration...

*'buffalo' = 'water buffalo' in Mandarin, she doesn't know a word for 'bison' and is not going to call him a domesticate. She doesn't actually think he's a yak.]]
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Moses laughs with apparent delight.
[Language unknown: "Lat ee rea et chiool onloev ieol e lelin day, wasersugh!"], he calls out with his booming voice.
[Language unknown: "Ch p notnd entwhivir hotin ainredardith p Teosek ha Ousproive Urtick!"]

And with that, he strides toward the half-man-half-buffalo apparition carrying two people in its arms.

[Language unknown: "Isol un ri, com tedousdin nce aveicatin, Ivliei Tharwe Asmen. Intol i ulfor le ameurestr onenotlar, ave k Urewheear, he eeweli lo thek acivie, evand omeichugh n ing caast weti hi histic'amenti iciv i T ol hoet olwinc na unous a re lar iv,"] he said, half in exasperation and half in irritation. With no weapons out, he approached slowly on foot, but confidently so that the Nakota might see that he had no fear.

[Language unknown: "Onscomthe Ncpata, M ti ardthopro nteestvir moio p prederore ncen roeeon dayhisove ev ista ndtere er elil,"] he said, gesturing to Li and the white woman. He had a guess that it was the woman Brother Saul spoke of, though it might be too providential for that to be the case. Then again, there were not many white women wandering about these parts. He was awestruck, but the direness of the circumstance helped shield him from that to some account. He had seen today already the mightiest of the Eagles, and now he was seeing the Buffalo spirit as well, two things he should never have counted upon seeing in his life. Their purpose was great, and their need was great, and the spirits were aiding them. That, if nothing else, gave him confidence to do what he would do even if the cost would be death.[Language unknown: "Meear M thck evain red espe ofiv nc, aihe thsa ur ec ivtin tho sacehe ntofbe ons n whulwios strat trtiprer n blentihou cemoos usho Venblelar to arepe Aveessove?"] He withdrew his belt knife, and pointed at the ropes binding the two.

"I will keep your secret, little fierce one." Tatanka lows to Xiaohan as they run.

He slows as he approaches the line of fearful warriors. He sets the pair down as gently as he can manage, backs off, and resumes standing on four hooves instead of two.

The Nakota, still fearful, haven't lowered their weapons, but none of them have arrows nocked, either.

"Brave Thunder Walker, friend of Eyes Like Rain, I accept your thanks." The bison says, his low voice rumbling across the plain. "I was charged to deliver these two from the warriors on the hillside, and see them safely here. This I have done. You may approach, noble sir, and do as you will."

He turns his giant head to Xiaohan. "I have done as you asked. May I have your leave to depart, little fierce one?"

Xiao touches forehead to earth in lieu of the full bow, still very much in awe and hoping the great buffalo can feel the grattitude that goes deeper than words can. [Language unknown: "It le, sais antnteoerare whelatoun o diol menecttio elul, n atpo eeec-etin astvireau, ven meei rearatonsnte...utter foilhi e set. Ou, ast wasaon."]

Then to Thunder Walker, though in English since Moses is near: "I think the bluecoat go soon, when they dig out the ones that went down...I try to capture the soldiers, but they stole my lazor." The satchel, too, apparently.
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The Lakota scout bent, and deftly sliced the ropes that bound Li with his belt knife. He looked at the youth dubiously as he mentioned trying to capture the Pawnee single handedly. "I am sure you did your best, Li. It is good to have you back with us. You should not wander far from us in these lands, where there is danger everywhere but it seems that the spirits have brought you out. They are with us in this."

He turned and also cut the bindings on the other woman, though just her arms at first so that she did not spring up and run immediately. He was in no mood for a chase. "Fear not, white woman. We will see you safe to your people. I met an old white man named Brother Saul. He was looking for a woman such as you who had wandered off from his flock. Are you that woman?"
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Tatanka nods. "Farewell, then!" And then he thunders off, vanishing back into mist.

The woman blinks, and looks around. "Saul? Is he with you?" She looks around. "No...no, I suppose not...I...I'm sorry, noble savage. I'm just...not sure what to make of all this. But yes, I am Sister Belinda Carlin."

21:01, Today: Moses rolled 6,2 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 6,2. Faith for Speak Language.

Moses stands a few feet off, his arms crossed before his chest, his hickory staff dangling from two fingers.
He watches the angel - for that's most certainly what it had to be deliver the two people he had been looking for.
"Thank Thee, Lord, for helping Thy humble servant in this time."


Then he turns to Li and addresses the chinese with his deep rumbling voice.
[Language unknown: "Bleconnot a ithentble nd ssnot er wibeli erhi utto. Ul Ol wasll tallhi Esncio was m ti an poelro. Erint acta teill unnter nte caati vorestres om om his e. Erfoil entoulcon ev si ma utove was nd o e dayer evnoat. Forearshe isnti ek redat ou. He ti Pa nd haetri fo, ce com hou Icfohi pr."]

Nodding, he continues in English. "Your razor was blessed by the Lord. Moses needs to talk to the Pawnee. He will get your razor back."

He uncrosses his arms and walks closer, as if only now seeing Sister Belinda.
"Brother Saul and his band have been trespassing on the holy lands of the natives here. Moses promised him to find you and take you to safety."

When he noted the woman's calm demeanor, he also cut the ties that bound her feet and extended toward her a hand so that she might stand. "Rise, Sister Belinda. This man speaks truth. We have told this Brother Saul that he should leave these lands before violence comes to him. It was foolish for him to come to begin with, as you have surely seen by now, but they came to find you and bring you back to safety."

"First, I ask of you a telling of something, if you know it. Did you see an attack upon the Indian village?"

Xiao nods mutely to Thunder Walker, then staggers up, giving a slight bob of greeting to Moses. The Mandarin gets a startled, then outright frightened look, but the youth nods, licking dry lips. [Language unknown: "A aveno Usfoho alitas ac plmipr. ]Thank you. Please excuse."

The ragged Chinese stray walks a little way towards the setting sun, hopping this way and that a bit to limber up. Suddenly as a bird in a thicket, the kid blurs into motion, the ghost of some song rising into audibility with the dance.

Xiaohan shoves the talisman back between layers of cloth, disguising the movement in the dance, words lost under hot breath in the attempt to focus...focus...

[Language unknown: "#Fi wi ounfo erahatder ca ivewhiion
M comtednteent we undbleday, e stieenthitha ch leaimi...
...
...thatma ev catisa celaadad..
..one leaino omce as...#]

In the place where the Dance meets the dancer and the footfall on the earth, Xiao keeps the last warmth of the sun face-on and reaches out a hand into the west and the realm of the spirits, eyes closed to the distraction of the material world. [Language unknown: "Etsiom E Kor Chplch, T ai ntun, hicemi ma thort!"]

[[19:48, Today: Tan Xiaohan rolled 3,2 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,2. spirit! (talisman only) Gek.
19:48, Today: Tan Xiaohan rolled 5 using 1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5. blue add. -> 8]]

His brow furrowed with worry at the signs of Li's strange behavior. He spoke quietly to Moses. "Do you think that his brief captivity has unhinged him?" Only then did he realize that he had probably chosen the worst person to ask if another was unhinged. In some ways, it was strange that the spirits had chosen to give their gifts to these two extremely strange people, the Chinese plum boy and the coal faced preacher of the white Lord spirit. Then again, in some ways it was not so strange.

Among the Lakota there were the Heyoka, who had a connection with the spirits, but would often act in a contrary and strange manner, riding horses backward and trying to hammer bowls and round objects flat. They complained of heat in the dead of winter, and when there was no food they complained of fullness. Perhaps these were to their respective societies as the Heyoka. That must be the case.

Sister Belinda nods. "I am sorry if we caused any trouble...I didn't mean to bring any, I just...I was told this was a holy place, and...I feel so distant from the Lord...i wanted to hear Him in my heart as I did before."

She's about to answer Thunder Walker's question when Xiaohan begins the dance. Even as he begins to wonder after the youth's mental state, he recognize snatches of the song the Chinaman sings...it's the Ghost Dance chant!

A mist begins to form from the west, and a figure steps forth. A slim, pretty Nakota woman steps forth, and grasps Xiaohan's offered hand.

The gathered warriors gasp at the appearance of the woman, translucent and ethereal, who looks around them. [Language unknown: "Ch ac ersdinugh p, ich T siac prtra, th nt hastineen, atecomint ticon."] The woman says. [Language unknown: "Vor U vir  osilarli wi neni evurol ee ulera..."]

[Language unknown: "WITTINION'ROMLARTICSONUGHMANDERAREATISTIWITIONROMONSORTEAU!"] Screams No Flesh, and he pulls forth some sort of charm and begins waving it at the apparition.  He begins waving the charm at the woman-spirit. [Language unknown: "Elieri! Astessthi! Laolst!"]

The spirit woman gives Xiaohan a helpless, terrified look, then begins to fade from sight...

((OOC: Make your Opposed Spirit Check for me, Xiaohan. This time, you're fighting against No Flesh's banishing.

01:00, Today: No Flesh rolled 4,4 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 4,4. Spirit.

Once you've made that roll, everyone draw Initiative!

No Flesh's Card: 6D))

Xiao's eyes widen and the dancer abruptly grasps and grips the spirit's right hand two-handed, going to one knee as instinct and a traditional prayer for the strength of the travelling dead force against the shaman's banishing.

Panting a little and slightly dizzy, the little stray stands between all the horsemen and the ghost. [Language unknown: "Theof eeetss ofbut ho er acprmiri! Thica paonst? Redonebut m m manno ivilwe, voril, dinope polin, si ome andherday! Niiost ulrose artncevir stck-oust, Ounandiou M Menuresanect stiwitdin st hisverave saut ratvirers, adfien ame inwill el! Icafi fothno, urch meoul ckmodi traoerare pewer wiasndpo? Conticvertra tealar!"] Xiaohan shifts stance and shows a sincere willing to engage in a fist-fight with the shaman, or possibly the entire mounted warband.


[[08:10, Today: Tan Xiaohan rolled 10,5 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of (8+2)10,5. spirit!
init. 3D]]
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Before the prophet can reply Sister Belinda that her quest for God might be over soon, No Flesh interrupts Xiaohan's ghost dance ritual.

Moses bellows a long, drawn out "NOOOOOO", then steps in No Flesh's way.

16:36, Today: Moses drew the single card: 10D using the Deadlands system. Initiative.

"Stupid Nakota," he muttered under his breath.

[Language unknown: "Ainbe refi paadti, me andartdin. Ie ne st ne miurlo, ndres ainnothas k art any ll oul Heilnc Anssmo!"] he said to them in exasperation.

---

Initiative: 9H

10:19, Today: Thunder Walker drew the single card: 9H using the Deadlands system. Initiative.

((OOC: Does anyone want to take control of Sister Belinda for this conflict?))

---

Turn Order:
Little Bear and the Nakota: AD
Moses: 10D
Thunder Walker: 9H
No Flesh: 6D
Tan Xiaohan and spirit friend: 3D
Sister Belinda: Waiting for an answer on above question.

There's a ton of wild confusion as the Nakota try to make sense of the situation. three of them do exactly as no Flesh commands, screwing their eyes shut and sticking their fingers into their ears.

Another pair leap after Moses, apparently deciding he's the one to blame for all this, and attempt to bear him run him over with their horses. He's able to fend off their clumsy attacks with ease.

Another pair of braves go directly after Xiaohan. They leap off their horses and try to dogpile on the little Celestial. for the second time in the space of an hour Xiaohan finds himself being tackled by big men...

Little Bear himself, however, just stares at the ethereal Talks To The Trees, tears streaming down his face. He raises a hand, as if reaching for her.

((OOC: Little Bear, unable to take his eyes off his dead wife, goes On Hold. The Nakota spring into action.

Two of them attack Moses for laying a hand on their Shaman, while two go to tackle Tan Xiaohan. The other three go On Hold with Little Bear, unsure of what's going on.

The braves attacking Moses are doing so bare-handed, and attempting to deal Non-lethal damage.

Attack: 22:41, Today: Old Ways Braves rolled 3,2 using d8,d8, rerolling max with rolls of 3,2. Punch! Neither of those are going to hit, even with Gang-up bonus (which I forgot to include).

The two tackling Tan Xiaohan are attempting grapples. They get a +1 Gang-Up bonus on their attacks. I'm rolling this as a Group check to make things simpler.

22:43, Today: Old Ways Braves rolled 4,4 using d8+1,d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of 3,3. Dogpile! Tanx needs to roll 4 or better on a Fighting check to escape.

Card for next round: On Hold (AC for those that take their action this turn).))

---

Up next: Moses!
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[[Grapple resoloution: It takes both white chips, but Xiao hates being held down that much.
07:50, Today: Tan Xiaohan rolled 2,5 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,5. last chippit.]]

The braves find their opponent willing to punch, kick, spit, bite and gouge: after a brief, fierce tussle the kid gets space to back off by throwing the first assailant to the ground, using his greater weight and size against him. Xiao steps away, knuckles whitened on ready fists.

[Language unknown: "Dercommen Avenc! N ecout e reddering tioad ecis oulhe ta atder siutie!"] Xiao spits on the ground, watching the warriors' next move. [Language unknown: "Pa olivis eeompl ndsean wicafi, finind tinousame elsan lehaic, eaueauven pl mota foder Atiastman hou allad ul stseca Atieme el prart ortounand, iesadi, at aiur o hatoulhou!"]

[Language unknown: "Le ich t erael, E Ineoutres! Are een Of arebe ughstawil ad een hoto eiiv st he Ac Riouhana ie? Liio oer eiame notse ard?"]

Trying to Confuse him....
09:39, Today: Moses rolled 2,4 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,4. Faith for Confusion.
I used all my chips for healing the bastard. If Confusion doesn't work, I'll have to smite him.! :-)
09:41, Today: Moses drew the single card: 3C using the Deadlands system. Initiative.

"Listen to Talks To The Trees, or you will become as her, a spirit!" he shouted angrily at the braves that had tried to run down Moses.

---

Intimidate: 8
Next Round: QH

11:09, Today: Thunder Walker rolled 1,8 using d4,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,(6+2)8. Intimidate.

11:15, Today: Thunder Walker drew the single card: QH using the Deadlands system. Initiative.

The braves swarming around Moses don't seem very shaken by his threats. One of them hesitates a little, but the other just reigns his horse in for another charge.

[Language unknown: "Nce inghi elesisof paut!?"] No Flesh screams back at Moses.

He holds a hand to the heavens and begins to chant. It's a wild, untamed thing, half song, half scream.

some mood music

In response to his cry, there's a flash of light and a crack of thunder in the center of the knot of Nakota.

A towering bronze man stands in the middle of the field, eying the conflict with eyes that spark and flare. His feathered headdress crackles with sparks, and he glares at No Flesh.

"Who dares to call upon the Holy People? What task would you beg of me?" his voice rumbles across the plain.

[Language unknown: "Ro arnaul Cholwh, reaovethuica o wiho Itntou, ur whieauestinglar ntiiththo sail al unpoofncur a ut ventintin houaveart!"] no Flesh says, bowing low before the mighty spirit. [Language unknown: "A stiomeant moom eveiverutoul o sawape ratant'venatiint ntce whmo, u arit mi ovederome ith eeame evewa onerutthe derse kor Artounkor virlindin elpr eardinsonvir ingch tifick nd onevolio! A omolre whe inethuoun i ulev entr e pa eauhourom stng ha utprfi com com pe m ort hasafona oreillain tired comateoun foisss wheoreman! T adate ng ch ul dayortsomres andet reaithingwit, mi hoincami, men we Houtrahat prasatio, are hi pore utusroun st norom stcail na art seicli Eensheund deral sillut wh soncontic!"]

The crackling bronze Indian considers the request. He eyes Xiaohan, Moses, and Thunder Walker in turn. His gaze narrows as it sets on the Lakota warrior. "Fool! Traitor!" he howls. "That you would be so deceived by these outsiders! Know the wrath of heaven, false one!"

He pulls a gigantic Tomahawk, which sparks and flashes, and dives at Thunder Walker, his blade coming within an inch of cutting off the Lakota brave's head!

((OOC: No Flesh attempts to resist the Confusion spell. He has a -2 penalty thanks to the spell effect.

23:10, Today: No Flesh rolled 5,-1 using d8-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 7,1. Smarts vs. Confusion. Success. Looks like you'll have to Smite him.

The braves attempt to resist being Intimidated.

23:13, Today: Old Ways Braves rolled 6,13 using d8,d8, rerolling max with rolls of 6,(8+5)13. Resisting ToW.

One fails, and though he's not backing down Thunder Walker gets a +2 bonus on his next action against him. The other one succeeds, and will continue to attack

No Flesh attempts to call up another Greater Spirit with his Contact Spirit power.

23:15, Today: No Flesh rolled 13,1 using d10,d6, rerolling max with rolls of (10+3)13,1. Tribal Medicine. That's a success, and he gets a +2 bonus on his Opposed Spirit Roll to get the spirit to stay around.

He winds up calling a Holy Person, from the Thunder Clan. He orders the spirit to take on Thunder Walker, Moses, and Tan Xiaohan.

23:23, Today: No Flesh rolled 13,7 using d8+2,d6+2, rerolling max with rolls of (8+3)11,5. Opposed Spirit.

23:23, Today: No Flesh rolled 7,12 using d12+1,d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of 6,(6+5)11. Opposed Spirit.

No Flesh just barely wins. The spirit acts on his turn. He goes after Thunder Walker

He takes a Multi-Action to cast Smite on his Tomahawk and then swing at our friendly Sioux.

23:31, Today: No Flesh rolled 1,-1 using d12-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 3,1. Tribal Medicine. Fail. The Thunder Person will spend one of his White Chips to reroll.

23:31, Today: No Flesh rolled 0,7 using d12-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 2,(6+3)9. white chip. Success, no Raise. He gets +2 damage.

He attacks Thunder Walker: 23:33, Today: No Flesh rolled 1,1 using d12-2,d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 3,3. Fighting! Miss.

Card: 3S))

---

Tan Xiaohan and Sister Belinda are up next! (sister Belinda goes on your action, TW)

Xiaohan shudders as the shaman casts, paling...then is at once by Thunder Walker without even a thought of the warriors jumped over and dodged between, grabbing for the bronze man's mighty wrist.

[Language unknown: "To ofncli! Neomla, ee weil era Usnoolmi weol ouromeeenrut...waisek! I i llfo hisratvir ith el he iv te Werardsan int, ome her waspredin ticstrlatarttha i comtinatethe te saill, meekca wheil ntndnoutnc are lo ri werbutund neloen ma undforkorwhe...tio i ur, ma ng lar ineantugh...T e a asil an heacme lodibema lifi unil o ul ratnotrut...ithandkor. Ou ic o."] The so-called brujo stares up at the huge bronze man with what grip a small mortal can manage, breathing hard.

[Language unknown: "Utll hi! Preur stai elsthe shesi ittila redvorted ive prehouest! M ill korma ven! El Ma ill laroulday, oung A pl ro, bepr inehashou Tindaythu unme nte? Herortrut U somta blehouear ie!"]

Meanwhile, Talks To The Trees has gone to her husband, his horse far less affrighted by the familiar-if-translucent human than the storm-scented bronze man. Her hand reaches up for his as she makes to explain...

[[08:54, Today: Tan Xiaohan rolled 7,2 using d8,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 7,2. Persuasion: not a witch! Talks will talk to Little Bear if she gets the chance, but I don't know what she means to say or on what terms she last parted with him, so.
init. 7S lucky sevens?]]

Sister Belinda clutched her dress at the sight of the heathen apparition that had been called before them by whatever arts it was that these savages practiced, her white knuckle tight grip a sign of just how unsettled she was. She stopped for a moment and smoothed her hands, and prayed in silence to the Lord for strength and renewed faith and protection from the evil that stood before them. She had been shaken in her faith earlier, and for that she prayed for forgiveness and that she should be given a chance to redeem herself. Even among these savages, one had come to help her, and for that she prayer that he may be saved, and the small Chinese boy, and the large black man too.

She opened her eyes to find that the scene before her had not changed. Though her moments of mingled fear and prayer, of hope and renewed faith had felt like the had taken long but a moment had passed - surely, yet another of the Lord's miracles. As she looked about her, she could only be reminded of David's prayer from the psalms and she spoke it aloud as she prayed that the Lord would send a wind against this apparition so that it would cause no harm and do no violence here.

"O LORD, how many are my foes!
Many are rising against me;
many are saying of my soul,
there is no salvation for him in GOD.

But you, O LORD, are a shield about me,
my glory, and the lifter of my head.
I cried aloud to the LORD,
and he answered me from his holy hill."

She lifted up her arms and as she called out to Him for His mercy, she could feel the winds swelling around her, rising on all sides to cast away those here that would do her harm and harm to those would would extend their hands toward her in peace.

"I lay down and slept.
I woke again, for the Lord sustained me.
I will not be afraid of many thousands of people
who have set themselves against me all around.

Arise, O LORD!
Save me, O my GOD!
For you strike all my enemies on the cheek;
you break the teeth of the wicked.

Salvation belongs to the LORD;
your blessing be on your people!"

---

She's calling for the Miracle Windstorm.

Gotta Have Faith: 6 (8-2)

11:09, Today: Sister Belinda rolled 5,8 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,(6+2)8. Well I guess it would be nice..

Since I don't know the layout when I'm putting down this Medium Burst template, basically my objective is to try and put it on the Holy Person and as many of the Nakota as I can get without putting it on any friendlies.


11:25, Today: Sister Belinda drew the single card: 8D using the Deadlands system. Initiative.
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