(Athletics roll to, well, roll the grenade and damage please. Four damage rolls please, each at 3d6-2)

14:21, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 5,4 using D6,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 5,4.  Athletics.


14:23, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 15 using 3d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 2,(6+5)11,4.  Damage 4.

14:23, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 6 using 3d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 4,1,3.  Damage 3.

14:22, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 14 using 3d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 4,5,(6+1)7.  Damage 2.

14:22, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 16 using 3d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of (6+4)10,4,4.  Damage 1.

Arthur pulled the pin, took a stance as if he was back on the cricket field of his university and then half-threw-half slid the potato masher grenade across the floor between the two rows of benches towards the altar.

The young woman at the front kept struggling and tore one arm lose, getting behind the two SS-men holding her, an instant before the grenade exploded. Smoke and fire covered the altar, throwing the man who had his back to Arthur clean over the stone altar, pushing the body on it with him. The two SS-men were riddled with shrapnell, dragging the woman down and burying her under them.

There was a sense of tension released, as if a tight wound cable snapped. Arthur hadn't even been aware of it, but now felt the lack of it. As do the remaining SS-men, four, as much as Arthur can tell and they all focus their attention on Arthur now.

((Be so kind and draw initiative :-) ))

20:42, Today: Arthur Randel drew the single card: RJ! using the Deadlands system.  Initiative.
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A surge of Adrenaline rushed through Arthur, as the SS-men brought up their MP40s!


(You're up!

You have 4 opponents to deal with. 1 is closer to the altar and from his posture seems poised to rush towards the three men you just downed. The other three spread throughout the church, the closest is on the other side of the church, also watching the hostages, the other two are within the benches of the church, one standing, one sitting, having a smoke. He's the last to rise.
They all act on the same card.

You get +2 to all your rolls this round. You can add scenery in your description as long as it's  fitting into a medieval church :-)

Joker's wild - everybody gets a benny!

Arthur: RJ
SS: 6D
)

Arthur swore at the mess the blast made but he was now committed to act.

He grabbed the downed soldiers gun and started to fire at the two in the pews hoping if not to hit them at least to keep their heads down so he could make it to the hostages.

As he moved and fired he crouch ran from a row of pews to the baptism stone bowl on a thick pedistal to use as cover.
Getting as close to the woman under the fallen SS soldiers to see if he could pull he out

Ooc
11:35, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 5,4 using D4+2,d6+2.  Shooting roll.

What damage does the soldiers gun do?

(MP 40 12/24/28 Rof3 Load: 32, damage 2d6-1

You could make it a full auto shot and roll two more shooting rolls and split any hits between the two targets in the benches. The roll is at -2 for full-auto, +2 for the Joker, so at net 0.

Joker gives you also +2 to damage. And you could spend a bennie to re-roll the attack.

)

17:39, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 3,5 using D4,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5.  Shooting 3.

17:39, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 9,4 using D4,d6, rerolling max with rolls of (4+4+1)9,4.  Shooting 2.

17:39, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 1,10 using D4,d6, rerolling max with rolls of 1,(6+4)10.  Shooting 1.

17:41, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 6 using 2d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of 3,2.  Damage 3.

17:41, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 20 using 3d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of (6+5)11,5,3.  Damage 2 one raise.

17:41, Today: Arthur Randel rolled 9 using 3d6+1, rerolling max with rolls of 4,3,1.  Damage 1 one raise.

(Don't forget to draw for initiative for the next round at the end of your action.)

Arthur opted for the tried and tested method of spraying and praying. Maybe he just got lucky, maybe it was because he was fighting evil in the Lord's house, but two of the SS-men got were hit by several bullets, their blod spraying over the benches as they fell down, one of them squeezing the trigger of his MP40, riddling the roof above with bullet holes.

The last soldier he could see let loose with a full salvo directed at him and he could hear the bullets ricochet off the stone pedestal, chipping the ancient carvings.

17:13, Today: SS-Infantry rolled 14 using 3d8, rerolling max with rolls of 6,5,3.  Shooting, Rock and Roll.
Rock & Roll edge cancels the -2 for full auto, but you got medium cover from the small column you're hiding behind.

Next round: 17:16, Today: SS-Infantry drew the single card: AH using the Deadlands system.

19:33, Today: Arthur Randel drew the single card: 6D using the Deadlands system.  Initiative.

(Oh, man... the die roller loves Arthur)

The SS-Man took a page out of Arthur's playbook and pulled a grenade from his belt, throwing it underhanded. But he apparently misjudged the distance, or he was too clumsy about it: the grenade bounced off the stony pedestal and rolled back toward the SS-Man.
He panicked, trying to get away from it, but slipped.

Then the grenade exploded, followed by a wail of anguish from the wounded soldier. Clearly, pain was as much the reason as embarrassment.




(13:02, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of SS-Infantry, rolled 1 using 1d8.  Athetics Throwing. Oooh... critical failure, maybe?
13:02, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of SS-Infantry, rolled 2 using 1d6. Nope. But, also not a hit. So let's seee where it lands
13:04, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of SS-Infantry, rolled 7 using 1d12.  Deviation direction. It comes back toward the soldier...

13:03, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of SS-Infantry, rolled 4 using 1d6.  Deviation distance... and gets pretty close!
13:06, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of SS-Infantry, rolled 1 using 1d8-2, rerolling max with rolls of 3.  evade grenade. - Yeah, that's more like rolling into it.

13:07, Today: Warmaster, on behalf of SS-Infantry, rolled 10 using 3d6-2, rerolling max with rolls of 3,5,4.  grenade damage. ... and that takes him out.

Arthur, your turn! All enemies are down!

)

Arthur stood and quickly went round the SS making sure they were of no more a threat to the prisoners.
He quickly went to the alter and pulled the prone bodies of the woman and checked she was OK before turning back to the soldiers.

If they were unconscious he laid them in a safe position and tied their hands with bandages. If they were wounded he bandaged them up then tied them up.

He spent a moment looking over the man that had had his back to him before gathering the prisoners together and lead them out of the Abbey and down towards allied lines

The artiller barage now passed unhindered through the air, zeroing in on their targets. Arthur led the women and children through the dark back towards the British camp.

Alerting the sentry, he made sure that the refugees were taken care off, then scampered off to have a cup of tea himself.

As he sat their blowing on his cup of tea, waiting for it to cool off just a little bit, he felt a heavy hand on his should. Looking up, he saw the mustached face of Halloway.
"Lad, you keep getting yourself into places you have no place to be in. It's time for you to talk to the Colonel."

Arthur looked up and took a deep breath, funny how Halloway also seemed to be in places he shouldn't either, he thought but kept that to himself.

Following the man he wondered what colonel wanted to see him and what type of trouble he was in.

As he strode along he thought things through, OK he was not supposed to be in the Abbey, but then he did defeat a unit of SS and rescued a number of civilians to boot. And he was sure whatever he did had stopped the blue light and allowed the shells to fall even if he couldn't prove it.

Oh well perhaps he'll just be shouted at given a warning and sent back to the field hospital.

Halloway lead Arthur into another small church behind the British lines. It wasn't really small, but too large to be a chapel. Halloway knocked at the door, then opened it, beckoning Arthur in. He called into the church: "Randel is here, Colonel Solomon. I'll be keeping watch outside."

It was dark inside, the only light source a few dozen candles lit close to the altar.
In the first pew sat the man who was apparently Colonel Solomon.

"Come here, Corporal. Look at this magnificent crucifix."
Arthur did. It was a nice crucifix, sure, but he didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. For a few minutes, the silence was deafening.
"Some scholars believe that this crucifix was an early work by Donatello. Look at the anguish in Christ's face. The pain and peace."

"it's not the pain or peace it's the sadness in the eyes" replied Arthur.

"do you think he knew what we were capable of? The horror and distruction we would carry out in his name.... Then we didn't even have to use his name the great war and now this one.... Its as if he's become a foot note in the pages of how the human race can eradicate itself"

Arthur fell silent suddenly worried the man beside him was religous

Solomon nodded. "Remarkable, isn't it?"

The coloned stood up, lit a cigarette at one of the candles and offered Arthur one as well. He looked wistfully up at the figure of Christ. "When the Romans finally won against Carthage, they burned the place to the ground and salted the Earth. When the Israelites defeated the Midanites, they killed every man, boy and woman, taking only the virgin girls into their tribe. In the 30-years-war, whole regions were devastated by the various mercenary armies."

He picked a piece of tobacco from his lips. "I believe mankind's talent for cruelty has been there forever. As with everything else: better tools and more experience makes one merely more efficient."


He took a few drags from his cigarette.


"Tell me, Corporal: What happened in that church? And what were you doing in the abbey after Monte Cassino fell?"

Arthur studied the colonel and quickly noted he was a man who could tell if he was lying so even if it made him look crazy what could they do to him worse case ship him home due to mental illness.?

"sir this will sound strange but in the last few bombardments I've been in I noticed a blue light in the sky.... For some reason it made me feel that it was actually stopping the shells from landing on target.... I know it sounds crazy but it was as if the light was a kind of barrier over the German positions. "

He give his words a moment to set in then continued.

" just before the push today I saw the blue light again, I'm not sure why but I felt it was originating from the old Abbey up on the hill. As we hadn't got any wounded to treat at that time I decided to take a look. Getting up there I spotted an SS soldier in the doorway. When he went back inside I slipped in behind him and cracked him hard with my revolver. "

He took a moment to gather his thoughts" I then noticed a group of SS near an alter there was someone standing in front of it and a body dead on the alter. There were a number of women and children being held and I got a feeling if I didn't do something this man would kill them all. So I grabbed the fallen SS gun and grenade which I throw into the middle of the church. Things got a bit chaotic after that. The explosion knocked out the man at the alter along with two SS I then opened up on the remaining two.... More out of lick than anything else I took them both down to.
After releasing the prisoners I tied up and treated the wounded soldiers before leading the women and children down to the camp and informing command of my discovery. "

Arthur fell silent for a moment" the strange thing is as soon as the man at the alter went down the bombardment lost its muffled sound and it seemed the shells were then falling on target.... I didn't see the blue light again after that either"

Solomon listened intently, puffing away at his cigarette.

"So you went in and took out a squad of SS all by yourself as if you were just having a leisurely stroll across the meadow?"
He offered you a smile. "Careful, Corporal, that's the road leading to Victoria Crosses."

He finished his cigarette.

"What do you think that blue light was?"

Arthur looked at the colonel for a moment taking in his comment

"Well it was more by luck than tacticor training I was more concerned about the women and children than anything else. I hate war but I have accepted it what I can't and won't stand for is armies using civilians as tools to win a battle"

"as to the blue like I'm not sure some sort of barrier, I don't know it sounds strange to say it out loud and it didn't sound too sane in my head but it looked like some sort of solid light field that stopped the shells landing..... And for the life of me I'm sure it had something to do with what was happening at the Abbey.... As if.... As if the man there was sacrificing the women and children to power it..... If that was even possible I think the world had just got a whole lot darker and our enemy a whole lot more deprived and need to be stopped as quick as possible"
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"You do know you sound like a lunatic, right, Corporal? Some people might think you're trying to get certified as nuts to get a quick and easy ticket home."
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"colonel with all due respect, I'm medically trained and was a doctor before I came over here if I wanted to get sent back home I could do that a lot easier and with no effect on my reputation..... Imagine knowing your doctor was a loon I'd loose all my patients... I would loose a hell of a lot more with this story than simply shooting myself in the knee"

"Is that a fact?"
The Colonel chuckled and offered Arthur a cigarette.

"Tell me - how would you like to be re-assigned? There's an outfit that could use men like you, who keep a cool head when confronted with something they can't quite explain."

Arthur took the offered smoke

"would I still be able to practice medicine I don't want to be assigned somewhere where my skills couldn't be used but the bit about unexplained things... Like the blue like has me curious if I can do both, treat the wounded and investigate these unknown things then... Yeah count me in"

"Trust me, You'll get ample opportunity to practice and deepen your skills. If nobody told you, there's a war on."

He smiles and picks up a manila envelope from the church bench.
"Here are your marching orders. You're going to Normandy."

((Ending this scene, I'll leave the thread open in case you want to add more background or some "fan-fiction" to round out your back story. You can add anything between now (June 1944) and the start of the actual mission.

You have now been inducted into OSI, so you can add any weird occurances you'd like to add.))