In reply to The Marshall (msg # 632):

"Somne thing tells me we will need to rebuild your Truck Road Kill" Rowan observes as she assesses RoadKills wounds.
Getting the first of the Healing pads out she places it over his main wound area then sets to work as a Paramedic to keep him alive and on the road to recovery

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg # 633):

Roadkill's left arm and right leg were very seriously injured, almost severed. With normal medicine, it would be doubtful he'd regain full use (if they weren't amputated). He had a head wound, and a wound to his chest (lots of bleeding but not a sucking chest wound).

The healing poultices would do miracles, if they worked they would completely heal these wounds, thank the Goddess.

Marshall's Note: 1 poultice per action. Make a Witchcraft roll to apply each one, TN 5. With each successful application, all wounds are healed in an area.

   "You killed Aaron. You killed innocents. How do you protect the weak Servitor?" and with that Jason scoops up Aiken's blade and plunges it home. Hoping the whole time that the Saints will protect his soul from the filth of the Reckoners.

I only got a 7. Against a squirrel that might be enough, but I doubt that will do it in this case.
This message was last edited by the player at 14:49, Fri 04 Jan 2013.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 635):

Recovering somewhat from Jason's strike, Modeen rolled out of the way.

"Simon lets people die if they're not worthy of him, you know that! Do you know how many people I've seen him throw to the wolves? The Anti-Templars go in, whatever the cost, and we turn evil's strength back upon itself."

Marshall's Note: Modeen's used his hole card to Dodge or else he actually would have been hit. He is wounded, after all, and unarmed so can't Parry. Jason has another card to play, but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEONE GIVE HIM CHIPS TO USE TO HIT AND FOR DAMAGE! Some of the PCs are maxed out for chips, for crying out loud. You can give a comrade chips of your own, at 2-for-1 rate:

Trading Chips

A player can give another player Fate
Chips, but it’s expensive. The giver has to
put one like-colored chip in the pot for
every chip he gives another player. The
giver should also explain how his hero
helps his friend, whether it’s by distracting
a bad guy or simply offering a few colorful
words of encouragement in time of need!

"See Brad the difference is this. You sold your fucking soul to the damned Reckoners. That can't be forgiven." and he takes another swing at the bastard that murders innocents. The Squire knows that he must end this and end it soon.

13 on the to hit. I will throw my last white in to hit the bastard if need be.
This message was last edited by the player at 15:40, Thu 10 Jan 2013.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 637):

The Squire, Jason, thrust the stub of Aiken's sword up through Modeen's chin, penetrating his brain. Modeen stood up, and, with a shudder, tried to pull the blade out. Black blood gushed from his mouth. He staggered back a step, then fell onto his back, arms spread out wide, eyes staring at the darkening skies above. Jason felt something enter him, something cold and powerful, and wondered what it was.

Not to far away from the burning truck, Rowan began working on Roadkill, applying healing poultices to his shattered wounds. Within a short period of time, he was feeling a lot better.

Inside the house, there was more firing, more struggle. Smoker felt someone (Daphne?) pull him away from danger. "Let's get you out of here!" He was dimly aware of a stream of freed hostages stumbling out along with them.

Outside, Peter and Jane saw Daphne and a man (not a biker so a freed hostage) carrying a wounded Smoker out of the house. Along with them came several other people: men, women and children. Sullivan was nowhere to be seen, but they could hear a lot of firing going on from inside the house.

The final anti-Templar remaining in Modeen's posse had enough, when he saw his master die. He turned tail and ran towards the nearest bike. Suddenly, a nearby bush sprang to life and ambushed him, shooting him in the head three times using a suppressed M4. Schaeffere pulled back the hood of his Ghillie suit. "What did I miss? Is Rowan all right, I cannot see her anywhere!"
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:40, Thu 10 Jan 2013.

 Jason stands up from retrieving Aiken's sword. Wiping the black blood on the anti-Templar tabard as he sheds it. "This is Jason. All enemy forces are down. Repeat all enemies are down. Trejo return to combat site for healing. Destroyer is dead." Taking a moment to gather his wits Jason spots the wreckage of Roadkill's rig. "My guess is she is extracting Roadkill or his body. She might need help." he says as he goes to the flaming rig.

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 639):

Jane heard the all clear but wasn't sure.  It just seemed too easy after all that had transpired before.  Of course well laid plans can go easy but that didn't mean they did.  Normally they didn't.  She decided to stay on guard and see if any last minute surprises would show up while others got things organized.  She wasn't great on that part anyway.

"Peter.  I'm going to stay here for a bit longer and stand guard."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 639):

As Roadkill is dragged out and tended to, he felt like it was all some divine comedy, that he was only just getting told about. The truck seemed to start talking to him.
* Friday fun, sizzle a fly*
Trucks; clearly they have a meaning they only know or do they Roadkill thought?

"What is it fridge, Friday sizzle?"
He shouts as best as he can
"A clue! A clue!"

Suddenly the image of a mandarin tree came into view, one holding a large sword made of fire and the handle of a sausage.

"Sir mandarin-a-lot. How can I help thee? An orange peel me thinks"

To the average person, they may think he mad, but blowing up in a truck while with one trying to kill you and being choked by what he can only describe as, green, can do strange things to a man.

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 641):

Rowan sighs
"Road kill please shut up while I am trying to save your life, the Goddess still has work for you to do"

"You look so orange. Did you eat right?"

Ah, Schaeffere's girl, with her fingers all over him. Roadkill would love it more if he didn't feel like dying so much.

"I think I am bleeding lower down"
Even though Roadkill respects Schaeffere and all, he just can't help himself, no matter in what state. If he is going out he thinks, he might as well go out messing with Rowan.

"The gold i stole is ...."

Roadkills eyes close

   Jason arrives as Roadkill mutters his joke about the gold. "Oh no you don't. This worked once it might work again."

In reply to Jason Sinclair (msg # 644):

Once she finnishes with Road Kill she moves on to the other members of the group that are hurt treating their wounds, as she goes with her medical skills
Who apart from Road kill got hurt

In reply to Rowan Dawson (msg # 645):

At the touch of Jason's hands, Roadkill felt even better. His limbs looked whole and healthy, it was a miracle! (His clothing was largely burned off. As well, there was still black smoke pouring from under the rig.

"Great to see you, my love!" Schaeffer exclaimed. Trejo and Barb returned, now that Modeen was dead. Trejo collapsed near Rowan. "Good job, Squire. Damn, I feel poorly. Just give me a minute." Rowan also saw that Smoker was in poor shape, with several bullet wounds.

Nearby, Daphne was looking after the freed hostages, fiercely hugging one woman. In the back of the technical, Jane noticed that Sullivan hadn't come out of the house. But the rest of the bikers (maybe 4 or 5 survivors) seemed to have split.

Rowan smiles happy her love was okay, "some one want to put that fire out" Rowan yells looking nerviously at the Rig
Then turns to Trejo, "Well done", she says simply and uses the third of her Patches to heal him.
"That should fix you up Trejo" she mutters as she checks the rest of his wounds over using Medical skill to treat him.
(See Witch craft roll & Medical Roll)

Turning to Smoker she sighs, "you look like a collinder  friend, arnt you supposed to take cover in a fire fight"

She looks in her medical kit and starts to treat the wounds using Medical skill to do so
This message was last edited by the player at 08:46, Sat 12 Jan 2013.

Smoker looks rather embarassed.

"Must have forgot, I was trying to free the hostages... is Roadkill OK? And the rig?"

He's now looking worried.

"Hmmm Then I forgive you, as to the rig I am not a mechanic but it is still smoking,
We dragged the box out with Road kill".
"We should have enough booty to repair it I would have thought"
Rowan gets healing
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:34, Sun 13 Jan 2013.

"Smoke's not good... at least not in that context."

He tries to get up to go take a look...

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 650):

A firm hand pushes Smoker back down
A slight snarl esxapes Rowan lips "Grrr, sit, stay, be wise, enough of this Macho bull shit."
"Just how is the Goddess supposed to heal you though if if you running around the landscape leaking blood"
Rowan used the last of the prepaired healing pads.
"There now you can go and play"
This message was last edited by the player at 09:33, Sun 13 Jan 2013.

Peter breathes a sigh of relief when the fighting comes to an end. He nods to Jane but he isn't leaving his truck either. He is staying on guard and watching for any possible threats while Rowan helps with the wounded.

In reply to Peter Firecrow (msg # 652):

"whoa"
Roadkill suddenly feels fine. He looks confused. Very confused. From death to being fine in a few seconds.

In reply to Roadkill (msg # 653):

Rowan looks at him, "walk carefully for a few minutes Road kill."
"YOu took a lot of the Godddesses healing in one go"
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:53, Sun 13 Jan 2013.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 650):

It was hard to see underneath the truck, with the smoke pouring out from underneath. A couple wheels looked in bad shape, and a couple tyres were on fire.

Trejo sat up with a groan. He felt his side where Rowan had applied the poultice. "Not bad. We all accounted for?"

Over near Rowan, Schaeffer kept a careful watch on the west side of the orchard. That was where the surviving bikers (that he knew of) had fled and so he was concerned they would return. While he was very glad that his lover had come through safely enough for now, he wasn't taking any chances.

Smoker waited (more or less) patiently until Rowan released him, then got up and limped over to the smouldering rig.

Coughing a bit, he set to putting out the fires and then started to root around, fixing what could be fixed and making mental notes about what parts he needed to deal with the rest.

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 656):

Rowan Sits back on her heals, looks at Shaefer.
Later love she promises with her eyes.
"Love were any of the prisoners hurt"?