"What in the hell...?" he said quietly, not talking to anyone in particular.

[[pretty sure Wildcat was at the cave in, chief.]]

"Whal don't jest stand there like skeered upsidowney goats - give 'er a stomp an' help me think o' how to git these critters below snakes, pref'rable afore I run outta ideers what's other than shootin' soot pigeons in a Ghost Rock mine!" the Woman In Grey tells them.

"Don't go shootin' in here, woman! If the birds is talkin' maybe you can talk to 'em. Or just hit 'em," he suggested. Henry didn't know if he was fast enough to smack down a bird, but he figured he'd be strong enough to do it some hurt. If he could only hit it.

"They's the Snake's critters, ain't no good to par-lay with 'em, not none," the shining one responds, taking advantage of the bird-things' regroup to pull herself to her feet and reach for a knuckle-duster. "Don't look 'em in the eyes, hurts y'all with yer own mind somehow."

Wildcat lowers her head to block the critters' direct gaze with her hatbrim, gears meshing in back of her skull. "Oh, an' Irish, yer missus says you better not stop out gettin' kilt or yer good shirt spoilt or she'll have yer guts as garters."


[[Wait a minute, didn't Wildcat have the Relic card? I'll check it out as we wait for Murphs to be around, but I reckon Karankawa (sp?) anti-Aztec/snake god weapons might be Helpful down here...]]

The crows do seem to be regrouping...

((OOC: I had planned for the eventuality that Karankawa weapons/items useful against Tez might, in fact, be down here and available. If she does, I don't remember.

I'm mostly waiting on Murphy right now, or anyone in the group with Ward to start commenting/doing stuff, or CB to post.))

OOC: I'm ALIVE!

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"Can't say how quick we can clear that cave-in... best move forward, see where this goes." Charging Bear said to no one particular as he sculled through the tunnels, keeping low as he could without hampering his speed.

"Reckon you're right." The ghostly voice of Jeb says near CB.

((OOC: Are you going to try and follow any specific thing in your tracking, or just search the tunnels randomly? If you're going random, roll me a d3. If you're following some of the landmarks, tell me if you're following the cart rails, the ghost rock, or trying to keep an eye on both.

Also, make me a Notice check. No reason. }:D))

OOC: Notice as requested
12:56, Today: Charging Bear rolled 5,2 using 1d6,1d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,2. Notice.

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Noting his options, Charging Bear keeps his eyes on the rails hoping that something of note will follow.

"Wait, maybe we can talk to them!"  Augustus pulled out a gigantic ear horn and started fiddling with dials on it.


12:36, Today: Augustus Spotswood rolled 6,2 using d10,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 6,2. Beast Friend.

((OOC: Augustus came with Muprhy and Henry? I thought he was back with Ward, finishing up the dynamite launcher to give to Mike.))

It's been so long, I'm rather lost as to who's with what, where.  Apologies. Could you recap that a bit?

((OOC: Recapping:

Charging Bear and the ghost of Jeb Jefferson are scouting up in the maze of tunnels north of the central chamber, looking for a way for the party to circle around and catch up with the Shaman and his immortal buddies.

Carl, Mike, Tex, Spanish Joe, Augustus, Tex, and Dr. Ward were back in the central chamber, where a ton of tunnels meet, discussing the pros and cons of creating a ghost-rock infused dynamite launcher as a weapon against the Comanche, with Dr. Ward agreeing to let Mike Bennett be in charge of the weapon's deployment. Augustus has just finished putting the launcher together, along with his own spin on sonics as a trapping.

Heavy Henry and Mad Irish Murphy are investigating a disturbance to the south, past the cave-in that the Dust Adders cleared. There, they have encountered Wildcat Hawkins fighting off a batch of Deep Crows.))

In reply to Charging Bear (msg # 146):

((OOC: What is Charging Bear using for light?))

In reply to The Stray (msg # 151):

OOC: A lantern found else where in the mine ... ? :)

The light in Charging Bear's lantern has started to burn distressingly blue as he follows the rails...

"Can't be good..." the native son mutters as he sees the light shift from its normal warm yellow to the strange blue. His eyes scan the area looking for a reason for the change in the source of illumination's color.

The portly Dust Adder was in a sour mood over this whole business, but mostly because he needed a drink. He decided to take his foul temper out on the damn birds.

"Get outta here you fuckin' birds!" he yelled at them, waving his hands in a threatening manner, and desperately trying not to make eye contact as the woman had warned him.

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OOC:

Yes, he is going to try to Intimidate the birds.

Intimidate: 13

15:29, Today: Heavy Henry rolled 13,5 using d6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of (6+6+1)13,5. Intimidation.
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 "Bloody crows?" Murphy mutters out loud, then nudges Henry.
"I know her, I think she's that Ranger woman."
To the woman, he yells: "Oy! Over here, we're here to help!"
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"Git that thar 'un on th' ground!" the Ranger advises, pointing as she draws what appears to be a chair leg.

[[she'll try hitting 'em if they're not Intimidated into leaving Henry be.]]

"Death! Murder! Indians! Smoking Mirror Serpent! Rise! Rise! Rise!" The crows caw as they flap around Heavy Henry. They don't seem interested in a fight, not at move even odds at any rate, and flap off in separate directions, scattering into the tunnels away from the trio.

((OOC: 19:29, Today: Deep Crows rolled 6 using 1d12+2, rerolling max with rolls of 4. Resisting Intimidate. That's good enough. The crows disperse back into the caves.))

Wildcat hastens to pick up the downed little mutant bird, being sure to grab it by the back of the neck like a snake.

[[grapple?]]

"All right - best we make tracks afore some other mean thing comes a-callin' here," she says, looking on up the tunnel, then turns her attention to the men. "Whar'd you come from?" she asks Henry, squinting. "-actually, never mind that, is Carl alive? Whoe'er's in charge here, got to tell 'em to follow the rails an' th' Rock together, 's sneakier, an' on no 'count break that picture."

"Shaman plans ter smash it to wake th' Snake 'cause it'll kill all them bravos, wake it up good, but if he ain't done his conjurin' first, it kills 'em an' blows up the Rock."

[[since Wildcat was more like 15 minutes than half an hour back, I reckon we'll catch up with the waiting group with no time difference - chief?]]
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"Originally from Kerry, but more recently from back there", Murphy eyes the crows sceptically, but his voice is cheerful as he points his thumb over his shoulder.
"Carl's there, as is Doc Ward and a bunch of others. We're hunting that bloody shaman and getting that picture that turned all them indians grey. I figured if we destroyed it, it might put the fear of the Almighty back into their hearts! Or at least fear of our guns."

He waves a hand, frantically. "Come now, come! And how do you know about that bloody picture anyway?"

Then he hollers towards the crows: "Oy! I told that bloody serpent to get lost already! Tell him Patrick Murphy told him to leg it!"

Heavy Henry walked over with the ranger woman in his usual slow manner. He didn't like to walk too quickly, because it tended to become a waddle sooner than later. Step by step, the corpulent man came around to where the Murphy was standing.

"I done scared the birds away, Irish," he said. "We best get back to Carl and the others. Better in numbers. He'll be glad to see you, Ranger."

The red-eyed, snake-tailed corbie thrashes about in the Ranger's grip, attempting to get away. "Help! Help! Help!" it caws.

"If that thang is evil, snap its neck, Ranger woman," he suggested.