"Fuck you, you limey son of a bitch!" Carter shouts back at Maddox. "You want that $5000 dollars they put on my head? That's cute. I'm gonna make ya'll earn it."

He looks at Wilder. "Is this how you thought it was gonna go? You chase me for thousands of miles, only to watch me get turned to Swiss cheese by a posse? Or do you wanna settle this like men, one on one? I'll even sweeten the deal." He brandishes the fancy sixshooter with the pearl grip and the strange red runes along it's length. "This here gun is special. It'll take a shine to the first poor sod who picks it up after I kick it. You fight me alone, and like as not you'll be in a good position to scoop it up if you beat me. Imagine it--wearin' the gun of the man who killed your family. Bet that would be a right fine trophy now, wouldn't it?"

((OOC: Carter offers Wilder the chance at a Duel.))

James glanced at the gun for a moment but shrugs, then he looks the gunman in the eye with a hard look, "I'm not too sure you are still a man Carter, but I'll see my family avenged. So name the time and place ... I'll be there."

Carter looks around the room. "That sit square with all of you? Because I reckon High Noon tomorrow, in the street right out front of here, would suit me fine! So call off your friends. I'll be here. Believe me."

Katy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Oh, James...we had him." Katy nodded. "If that's how James wants it, I ain't gonna take that shot away from him."

OOC: Are there any other threats remaining here?
This message was last edited by the player at 18:11, Tue 15 Nov 2016.

((OOC: Well, there's the Bella Union itself, the Ghost of Hickok behind you, and Nicodemus Whateley up on the balcony.))

OOC: I don't think Nic Whateley has done anything that Katy knows about other than being quite rude, correct?

Katy's pistol was turned toward Hickok's retreating form. "Ya gotta lot ta answer fer, there, fella. I've known a few musicians like ya, so's I ain't inclined ta be hasty. But mebbe ya should help clean up the mess ya made fore goin' off ta do somethin' decidedly more selfish."

Hickok turns to look at her. He's got a long, weary look on his face, and his shoulders are slumped. "Shooting me ain't gonna do you no good. Hell, I wish it could. But if I want to leave here, I'll leave here, and there ain't nothin' you can do to stop me." he sighs. "I'm a ghost with guns, and I ain't really sure of all I might have done and what might need fixin'. What the hell do you expect me to do?"

((OOC: Yup, as far as Katy knows Nic's not done anything directly to her or Jackie, and might not even have seen him about.))

OOC: You can officially put Katy on hold at this point.

It's Maddox's turn now, it is!

Katy looked at Hickok. "Guns can be used fer good too, ya know. Don't gotta just be 'bout revenge an makin' folk miserable."

"That's a platitude, not any sort of plan." Wild Bill says. "I ain't got any idea what's going on right now. I could just shoot 'em all, maybe, but I reckon you might not find that agreeable."

Maddox scowl has deepened and deepened, from being called English (and a dog) to the rest of the supposed posse's actions. "Damn it, Wilder, what sort of a hold is it he has on you? You want to be more like this flaming cock-mitten of the Devil himself than your father, that's a sorry thing so it is, but shoot him in his tracks if you mean to do it." He keeps his gun on Carter, though still wide-eyed and tensed for any further action of the "subsidence".

"A fair trial would mean the world had it on record, what he did, and that it was worth his death, tied up on the scaffold. You let him loose, see you, you'll never see him again! Even if you did you'd be staking the honour of your clan," Maddox swallows, still frowning with a dead aim on Carter, "-on your ability to kill in a hurry, and all your winning would do would be to make him dead!"

"Not sorry, not recognised by the law as having done any more than any fool drunk that gets shot around here, and not giving us clues to be clearing the hills of wild road agents who'd do the same to any passing folk. That's a poor deal right there."

"Carter, it's the last time I'm offering you weeks more breathing, could be. I'm not pissing about, myself."

[[Maddox aims. Maddox is extremely pissed off.
init. AH]]

"Why, Cousin Maddox!" Nicodemus shouts. "So good to see you again! But this won't do at all. You still don't understand our American customs, do you? The act of a duel is sacred! And I won't permit you to interfere."

He shuffles a deck of phantom cards, then tosses it into the room. And suddenly they explode! Flashing lights spread through the area, searing the eyes, and making it quite impossible to see anything!

"Run, outlaw!" Nicodemus cackles. "Run for your life!"

((OOC: Nicodemus spends a GM chip to Unshake.

He decides to fuck with Maddox (they have a history) by denying him Carter. He drops an obscure spell on the area.

12:55, Today: Nicodemus Whateley rolled 2,4 using d12,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 2,4.  Spellcasting. Success.

All attacks into or out of the obscured area have a -6 penalty to hit.

Nic's card: 6D))

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At long last, Logan's up! It's the end of this round after him!

Logan had come into this place for a purpose. That purpose seemed to have up and vanished, and he was none the wiser as to where. But a rat always went back to its hole, so he didn't despair of needing to find him again.

Of course, he had found much more in the Bella Union than he had bargained for. An undead Wild Bill bent on causing death and destruction, but that had somehow been tamed and decided to flee the building. An outlaw named Carter that also seemed to want for some reason to kill anyone he could, who now seemed likely to be settling some beef in a duel.  A wild living house, as opposed to the tame sort.

He would help out where he could, but he didn't see what good he'd do sitting right there at the moment.  There wasn't much for him in this building.

[Language unknown: "Heree Anyorelinartrat, rattinrut nt Ultapa Aicesaiout fo?" m onsthoder res t stect blentiter.]

The question having been asked, Logan made a bee line for the gaping hole in the building, getting out of there while he could.

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OOC:

Just talking and moving this time.

Initiative: 5D

Talking is a free action...



[Language unknown: "Rith! M stcemo trone iestunut ulti il al!"]

((OOC: So here's a picture of the situation as it exists. The Hardcases are coming down the stairs that Zeke wants to use to get up to Nicodemus, and Zeke would need to do some Climbing to where Nic is at in any case, as the stairs go the opposite way from where Nic is actually standing. Someone is going to need to do some Pushing to get through.

Logan is at the hole in the wall, though not yet through it (as far as I can see, he didn't Run, just Moved).

The Bella Union is still an actively hostile force, so we're still in combat rounds.))

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Round TL;DR
Zeke creeps towards the stairs leading to the balcony, so he can try to face Nicodemus.
Cynthia and Hyram Burns attempt to escape the Bella Union. Cynthia escapes out the window, but Hyram is skewered, as is Cyrus Tolliver, who, while still clinging to life, is in bad shape. The hardcases decide to book it.
Jackie Wells sends Whippoorwill Whateley back to her grave
Mr. Sebastian continues setting up the dynamite necessary to destroy the saloon.
Wild Bill Hickok, not really sure what's going on, decides to leave, walking out of the Saloon with his Ghost ability. Katy, Jackie, and the newly-arrived Belle Ivers attempt to convince him to try and help.
Darius Carter survives more attacks, and gets into a brawl with James Wilder, who tries to intimidate him. Carter challenges Wilder to a duel the next day, which Maddox doesn't particularly care for. Nicodemus settles the issue by dropping a cloud of flashing lights in the area, giving Carter an opportunity to make good his escape.
Logan West and Von Steinhof make the call that now is the time to be running for their lives.

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Turn Order
Katy Cox: On Hold
Jackie Wells: AS
Maddox: AH
Wild Bill: QH
Bella Union: QC
James Wilder: JS
Zeke: 10H
Cynthia: 7H
Belle Ivers: 7H
Hardcases: 6H
Carter: 6D
Nicodemus: 6D
Logan West: 5D
Von Steinhof: 3C
Mr. Sebastian: 2S
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OOC:

I didn't know I would need to run to get out. If I can kindly amend that, Logan would have done so.
This message was last edited by the player at 06:10, Mon 21 Nov 2016.

((OOC: Roll me a d6 to see how much extra distance you cover, then.))

Gah!  Sorry didn't get to update this AM like I thought I would!

I want to see if the Marshal makes it out or not before deciding for Jackie so she's On Hold, but she will be before Carter in any event.

((OOC: All he needs to do is roll a 1 or better to get the distance he needs, so it's not really a big deal. He'll be well outside the saloon by the time Jackie goes.))

OOC:

Well, I rolled a 1 for running.

"Marshal!  We've got to level this place, it's a threat to everyone in Deadwood!"  Jackie called out as Logan West freed himself of the deathtrap.  "But we need something heavy enough to take the place out, like Carter's little toy there!"

She pressed herself against the wall.  "Lessen y'all got a better idea, ah'm goin' in fer it."

Still on hold.

"As I live and breathe, if that isn't Marshal West."  Belle remarked.  "Pardon me, but I have quite a bit of experience with explosives.  Regretfully I have but one accelerated nitroglycerin charge on me at the moment, but it might be of some use if strategically placed if an expedient demolition is necessary for public safety."

He paused, finding himself in the company of three women with whom he was acquainted. "Miss Wells, Miss Ivers," he said, tipping his hat to them pausing when it came to Katy. "Miss Cox," he added at the last.

"Much as I support the notion of blowing this place to smithereens, there are still people in there, and we oughtta wait till they scram as well."

Katy smirked at the formal way in which Logan greeted her, though it quickly turned into a warm smile. "Hello, Logan. It's awful nice ta see ya 'gain." There was more to say but it could wait. Katy turned toward Jackie, confusion evident on the Ranger's face. "Better idea? How 'bout we clear all the folk outta there, then take 'er down from a safer spot that ain't the insida the...thing?"