10:58, Today: Charlie Cameron rolled 2 using 1d4.

21:38, Today: Thomas Hastings rolled 1 using 1d4.

16:57, Today: The Judge rolled 3 using 1d4. – 3

16:56, Today: The Judge rolled 2 using 1d2. – (To see who was hit)

After Charlie and Thomas return fire with thundering echoes down the hallway and the cloud of black powder smoke assailing your nostrils and stinging your eyes, a louder report answers back with a flash of red through the smoke. Not a pistol this time but a full musket.

A bullet rips across the skin of Charle’s shoulder, ruining his jacket and causing a deep scratch. [3 HP]

”You had your chance! You’re just scavengers like the others! And down the pipes is where you’ll rest!”

Bernard slips through the door and charges through the cloud.

You hear vicious barking and human screaming.

17:27, Today: Bernard the Talking Dog rolled 12 using 1d12 ((12)). [Enhanced]

Litton follows Bernard through the smoke, drawing his sword.

Litton is running in the dark, but hears Bernard’s barks. Then he switches to Bastionspeak.

”I got him! I got him good! That’s what you get for hurting my friends!”

Well.

Thomas took the time to reload his gun, but he wasn't about to shoot blindly down the hallway with friendly folk in the way, so he waited until the rushing about had sorted itself and he could either follow them along or - in the worst case - try to cover their retreat.

Litton speaks toward Bernard, moving his body to keep the sound from being pinpointed as best he can, “Is he down, dog?”

”He is down!””

Litton can hear his panting nearby.

”Be careful or you may fall on his blood. Because you only have two legs.”

“Yes, and I’ve forgotten a light. With only one good eye, I’m hardly any use.”

He hisses back down the tunnel: “Someone get Haf’s lantern and bring it carefully this way, Bernard has slain his man.”

Gunnar attempts to apply first aid to Haf, using strips of clothing to stop bleeding.

"Come on Haf, you cant go down so soon..."

if it is clear that Haf is gone Gunnar will retrieve the lantern

Thomas shouldered his gun and retrieved the fallen lantern, bearing it down the passage to illuminate the situation. He was mostly concerned about Haf and the assailant (or what was left of them), but if there were more threats lurking in whatever corners or passage-ends awaited them around the latter, he wanted to catch those too.
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Having reached Haf so soon after being wounded, Gunnar is able to bind his wounds. With a steaming cup of Joe, he’s able to woozily rise to his feet.

[He is back to full HP, but it will take two weeks or full rest to get his STR points back]

Thomas finds Bernard iwagging his tail and standing over an old man in a blood-soaked uniform with a bullshead patch on the shoulder. The man is not dead yet but his throat is torn open.

Two dueling pistols are tucked in the man’s belt, still smoking. A musket lies almost upright against the wall where it fell, also smoking.

There’s also a lit fuse on the ground, sizzling as it leaves red embers as it trails down the hallway.
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18:18, Today: Charlie Cameron rolled 2 using 1d20.  Strength Saving Throw.

Charlie staggers backwards as the musket shot rips through his jacket and skin. The shock of the shot is far worse than the damage done by the bullet itself, but Charlie remains standing. On watching Bernard rush off to maul their attacker, Charlie contents himself with reloading his pistol and resting briefly against the wall; recovering his composure.

Thomas muttered something uncivil under his breath as he hastened to stamp out the fuse before it could reach whatever it was heading for. He might end up with a scorched boot, but better that than whatever the crazy old codger had set up for them.

In reply to Thomas Hastings (msg # 54):

Thomas stamps his foot down on the fuse and pivots his leg.The fuset hisses like a bitter snake as it’s extinguished under his boot.

Litton pats Thomas on the back.

"Good timing, friend."

He looks towards the other passage.

"Charlie, while you rest can you watch that way? I can't imagine we won't have more company after all that noise. I am going to check things here with Bernard and Thomas."

He turns to the old man, bleeding on the ground, wondering to himself What is worth dying like this in such a horrible state?

Charlie grunts a confirmation to Litton, before turning to stand watch down the western passage.

The dog wanders back into the forge room with the hallway, his muzzle and chest died scarlet.

”May I have some water please?”

Joseph investigates the carnage. He examines the monogram on the butt of one of the dueling pistols.

”Yep…that was my friend’s alright.”

He slides the pistol and it’s twin into his belt.

He walks back into the forge room and presents the pistol to Bernard for him to sniff.

”You think we can track them down, Bernard?”

Litton calls to Joseph in the forge room.

"Mr. Templeton, sir, any thoughts on what to do with this man? Anything else we should look for here?"

He looks back down at the bloody mess and considers mercy-killing him with his sword.

"He isn't rightly a corpse yet, but they won't think much of us bringing him upstairs in a state like that," Thomas noted grimly. His attention was on the hallway that the fuse had been set to burn along. Going in that direction seemed unwise considering how it had been rigged, but it was also more likely than not to lead someplace of import.

Deeper down the corridor, he can follow the fuse to make out the bomb that rolled backwards out of his grasp after he was shot.

Litton winces, turning his one, good eye toward Thomas.

"Should we...dispose of that?"

"Ill keep hold of it... I'll make sure to trail behind"

Gunnar if able with pack the bomb away into his pack. If too large he will attempt to disarm it but not before he tells the rest to get clear.