In reply to Narrator (msg # 904):

Do we get through the room?

In reply to Clarence Montague (msg # 905):

you are splashing through a 40 foot corridor. - whoever is at front has arrived at a door with a step in front of it.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 906):

Who is at the front?

In reply to Narrator (msg # 904):

She smears it with the salty pork fat

Jareth again swipes ineffectually at the large leech stuck to his goggles.


OOC: 11:39, Today: Jareth Mooncalled rolled 10 using 3d6.  Swat 9  (DX 10 - 9 SM + 4 AOA + 4 Telegraphed Attack). Trying to knock the leech from his goggles.

And Mario continues not-quite-dragging Jareth toward the door with the steps.

He shifts the arm shielding his eyes to cover his mouth just long enough to shout "Try to open the door!"

He looks at the door to see if it is push or pull, then tries to open it with his shield up.

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 910):

Brodak tries the door, which opens out toward you, but is a little stuck. ST at +2

Jareth places his hand over the leech beginning to carefully remove it from his goggles...

OOC:  Evaluate Maneuver.  Is this the first in game use of Evaluate?  I think it is.

In reply to Jareth Mooncalled (msg # 913):

the leeches are SM-9, you also might not want to barehand knocking it off.


meanwhile Jocelyn takes a pt of damage, and the leech swells

In reply to Narrator (msg # 914):

Clarence keeps his light up and moves to help with the door if it is needed...

Once within a few steps of the door, Mario releases Jareth's arm and reaches his gloved hand toward the leech on Jocelyn's wrist -- swiping at it in hope of detaching it.

[Private to GM: 17:46, Today: Mario Crowfoot rolled 9 using 3d6.  Punch (? Brawling has no default?) DX 13. At SM -9 this looks impossible, or 3-4 only.]

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 916):

you are trying to hit a moving 1 inch target.  holding her wrist still might help. in the meantime the leech swells, and she takes 1 more hp.


door?

Jareth continues to slowly grasps the slippery leech on his googles...


OOC:  Last Evaluate, just figure if I can hit 11, then the odds on in my favor.

AHA!  I knew there was an easier way to do this:

DFRPG Monsters:
"Grabbing a leech in one second requires a DX roll, at -9 for SM; carefully doing so takes two seconds but requires no roll. Then roll vs. ST at -3 to pull it off; this inflicts 1 HP of injury. Even 1 point of flame damage will make the leech let go."

So Jareth now removes the leech from his goggles (wiggly little shit), and Jocelyn's will fall off in a moment on it's own, or someone can hold a torch close enough to burn it and her...

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In reply to Narrator (msg # 912):

15:46, Today: Brodak rolled 8 using 3d6.  Open Door (ST). [Private to GM: ST is 15]

In reply to Narrator (msg # 914):

The salt in the fat had no effect? See Msg 908  Normally the ones I have had fall off immediately ... one of the joys of walking Vietnams jungles.
This message was last edited by the player at 22:51, Fri 01 Oct 2021.

Mario, short on hands (holding his quarterstaff with one), grabs Jocelyn's wrist with his (gloved) free hand, and loops the sling on the staff around her arm before releasing it to free that (also gloved) hand to grab the now-fat leech; once he has a grip, he gives a steady pull.



[Private to GM: 19:01, Today: Mario Crowfoot rolled 7 using 3d6.  ST - 3 (10 - 3 = 7) to pull leech off Jocelyn's wrist.]

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 921):

Ouch! ... they don't let go, they tear out flesh! The salt should have done it, but if not we can use a touch of heat which will also move his butt. Cigarettes were great for removing leeches.

In reply to Jocelyn Lemru (msg # 922):

Torches in this case...hold the torch against it!

In reply to Clarence Montague (msg # 923):

Just close enough so it feels the heat, for a cigarette it was about a ½ inch to get it to release and drop off.

In reply to Jocelyn Lemru (msg # 920):

This one effectively jumped for "chinks in armor" space at the end of where your salted fat was rubbed, up your sleeve.

As they move the flame close to it, it explodes, spattering Jocelyn, Mario, and Clarence with her blood!

In reply to Narrator (msg # 925):

Clarence wipes it off and focuses on getting through the door...

As Jareth squishes the leech in his gloved hand, he sees them get covered in gore, "An that be why fy armor designed like is."

He turns to survey the area they've crossed as Brodak looks into the next room...


OOC:  PSST GM, Brodak rolled up in msg #919.

Still covering his mouth, just in case:

"Good grief.  Going to need a bath."

In reply to Mario Crowfoot (msg # 928):

Brodak yanks the door open for the rest of you. the space beyond is less damp.