OtherRPG-EdDL-Log14

GM: You're all on the other side...and Zach's pretty fucked up. Preacher: ((How the fuck does a bird look concerned?)) Zach: ((Shaddap)) GM: Zach, your head, gut, and shoulder hurts. So does your eyes. It feels like hell, and Cassidy bends over and starts to examine you.
 * Zach grabs his gut and groans.
 * Torn lights a smoke.
 * Zoltar lands on Zach and looks concerned.
 * Preacher stands beside the kid.

Cassidy rolled -+ 1 7 2 +- Result -> 7

GM: Zach, Cassidy looks at you, shrugs, and pokes your shoulder. You can't help but scream. Preacher: "..." Preacher: "Be careful, old man." Cassidy: "I think it looks painful." Torn: "Gee, you think?" GM: Joan says, "Can you stand?" Zach: "My legs....errg.... don't hurt." Preacher: "You said you knew medicine, Cassidy." GM: Cassidy says, "That was back in the old days..." GM: Cassidy takes a moment to recollect. Torn: "I think we should strap him to a horse and drag him wit' us." GM: Zach, roll strength. Torn: "Hey, Just tryin' to be helpful." Torn: "So, you really a priest?"
 * Preacher briefly considers slapping Cassidy upside his head.
 * Zach tries to stand, gripping something with his good arm.
 * Preacher helps Zach stand.
 * Preacher shoots the Canadian a glare.

Zach rolled -+ 1 3 +- Result -> 3

Preacher: "Not right now, Torn." Preacher: "Later." GM: Zach, you attempt to stand, leaning heavily on Preacher, but fall over. Zach: "Uhhhg AH!" Preacher: ((My quickness speaks for itself. >>=) )) GM: Preacher, his legs are all wobbly. Torn: "Say, kid, don't you know a hex that would unfuck you?" Torn: "I bet you wish you did, eh?" GM: Preacher, roll smarts.
 * Torn shrugs, whups out a bottle of wiskey and takes a sip.
 * Preacher catches him.
 * Preacher holds him up then.
 * Zach shakes his head 'no'.
 * Preacher moves Zach to his horse, trying to rig up something he could lean back on.
 * Torn offers Preacher` some rope.
 * Preacher pulls a knife from his boot and cuts some rope from Torn's line to make a makeshift back support from Zach's bedroll.

Preacher rolled -+ 13 3 5 +- Result -> 13

GM: Preach, you rig up something that Zach leans on. Zach: "Preacher, hand me the book on my horse." GM: Preacher, it looks like a book on poker. It's called 'Hoyle's Book of Games'. GM: Joan asks, "Where exactly are we going?" She gets on her horse, as does Cassidy. Jet climbs on the back of Preach's horse Preacher: "North." Preacher: ((And the fearless leader shares his almighty words of wisdom. =P )) GM: "We're just going to wander until we find something, or die?" Preacher: "Unless you want to wait for those rangers to lynch you." Preacher: "Cassidy's town didn't work out, we should keep moving." GM: She grins. "Hey, I didnt do it." Preacher: "I had no choice." Preacher: "Where'd you learn to read, kid?" Zach: "Was taught." Preacher: "What's in the book?" Zach: "Games, and stuff" Preacher: "Card games?" Zach: "Yeah." Zach: "Mostly." Zach: "Other games too." Preacher: "What sort?" Zach: "I want to sleep soon." Preacher: "Try and sleep on your horse, we can't afford to stop moving yet." Torn: "So, Preach...'You really a Priest?" Preacher: "I was." Torn: "Wut happened?" Preacher: "Killers." Torn: ".......Huh?" Zach: "Where are we going?" Preacher: "North." Zach: "Why north?" Torn: "No, not north, I just came from the north..." Torn: "And the last thing I want is to meet those mounties!" Torn: "I wuz kinda hoppin' for Mexico" Preacher: "Nothing in Mexico." Zach: "Lets go west" Torn: "Yes, there's my freedom...." Preacher: "And we're going north because it's the safest route. Outside of the Confederate States, the Rangers have no jurisdiction." Zach: "West past Texas will get us out of the Ranger's range, won't it?" Torn: "Well, okay, we're going north, but if you guys see a bunch of dudes in red wearing weird hats, things won't be so pretty." Preacher: "They haven't been so far." Torn: "Ya, but beside those 'Rangers' we'll also have Mounties to run away from." Preacher: "Mounties?" Torn: "Ya, Canadian police." Preacher: "Mounties have no say in America. They'll be just as bad off as we are if they cause any trouble." Torn: "They have jurisdiction in the northern US...and they're looking for me." Zach: "California isn't part of the Confederation." Preacher: "No." GM: Night falls, you set up camp. Zach: ((Do I feel better in the morning?)) GM: Zach, somewhat. GM: Ok, crossing over a sand dune the next morning, about a half hour after you take down camp, you see footprints, then a man walking at a very slow pace away from you. His back is to you. Preacher: "Everyone stay here." Zach: "Im not goin' nowhere." GM: Joan says, "Why, what's going on?" Torn: "No, I'm coming with you. If there's some shooting to do, I wanna be there. 'Tiz been almost a week since I killed something." Preacher: "They need a gunman." Torn: "Whatever" Torn: "God damnit, I'ma guna go nutz if I don't put a bullet into something soon." GM: You go towards him. He is a man. GM: He's about yay' high, with sandy brown hair and an unkept beard that is caused by not shaving for awhile, he also has green eyes and looks rather depressed. GM: Preacher, you ride up beside him, he doesn't even turn to look. GM: Preacher, he's holding his coat tightly around him. Preacher: "Heading anywhere particular, stranger?" GM: He only answers with an inaudable mumble. GM: He walks around you, still not looking up. Torn: "He didn't have anything to say?" Torn: "Well, this calls for a touch of Torn." Preacher: "If you harm him without cause, you die," Preacher says as he finishes cooking his bacon. GM: Torn, he keeps walking GM: Torn, he stops, looks up at you, then walks around you. Torn: "Hey..." Preacher: ((lol)) Torn: "Hey!!!!" Preacher: (("Hey...come back...hey man...c'mon...")) GM: He doesn't look back.. Torn: "LISTEN!!!" GM: He doesn't even look at your shotgun, just walks around you again. Torn: "........" Torn: "I cannot shoot him ... I cannot shoot him ..." GM: Torn, he starts mumbling something about fire, and it being cold outside, even though (being in the desert) it is extremely warm. Torn: "You cold?" GM: "Cold cold cold." GM: He smells it, wrinkles his nose, and drops it on the ground, then starts walking again. Torn: "How about a nice candle?" GM: "Cold cold cold." GM: He keeps walking. GM: "Cold cold cold." GM: He keeps walking. Torn: "Well fuck him." GM: You pull the fuse out, and ruin a perfectly good stick of dynamite. Torn: "He sez he's cold." Preacher: "Man's not well." Preacher: "Nope." Torn: "I really oughta did him a favor and shot him..." Preacher: "Let him be, whatever's wrong with him." Torn: "Bah, he'll prolly end up dead...." Torn: "I wouldn't bet my nuts on it." Preacher: "Is everyone ready?" Torn: "Not yet" Torn: "Now I am." GM: Joan giggles. GM: You all saddle up and ride out, where you all come upon the strange man a little ways down. Cassidy: "Can we help ya?" GM: "C...c...cold..." Cassidy: "Cold?" Cassidy: "Whaddya mean cold? It's hot as hell!" GM: "C...c...cold..." GM: He looks at his feet and keeps walking, dragging his feet wearily through the sand. GM: You grab him by the shoulders and instinctively pull your hand back. He's hot as a kettle. Sizzling even, you see steam start to raise where you grabbed him. Cassidy: "Holy shit!" GM: Joan says, "What's going on?" Cassidy: "The bastard is HOT!" GM: The man starts billowing steam, he starts to scream as he is scalded by the now boiling water. He falls down clawing at his face. Preacher: "Cassidy!" Cassidy: "Uhh... oops." GM: "YAAAAAAAAA! YAAAAAAAA!" GM: You wipe off what you can. GM: There is now a big patch of red skin that seems to bubble, scarring up quickly and oozing puss. GM: "YAAA! YAAAA! YAAAA!"
 * Preacher leads Zach's horse beside his own and mounts it, waiting for Jet to hop on.
 * Preacher looks for a book in Zach's things and pulls it out, looking at the cover.
 * Preacher hands it to Zach.
 * Preacher looks at the others, "We should keep riding, try and put as much distance between us and Brimstone as possible."
 * Zach takes it and holds onto it.
 * Preacher starts northward, leading Zach's horse beside his own.
 * Preacher gives her a smile, "We'll be fine."
 * Zach pets Zoltar.
 * Preacher starts riding.
 * Zach opens his book and starts reading.
 * Preacher glances at Zach and again looks northward, nodding.
 * Preacher again falls silent.
 * Zach shrugs, "Complicated ones."
 * Zach smiles kinda then grimaces, holding his gut again.
 * Preacher moves the horses from a plod into a healthy trot, pulling Zach's horse to follow.
 * Preacher shrugs, "Not sure."
 * Torn lights a smoke.
 * Preacher shrugs.
 * Torn drinks another serving of whiskey.
 * Zach tries to sleep.
 * Torn points the bottle at Preacher, "Thirsty?"
 * Torn shrugs and takes an other gorge.
 * Preacher continues to ride until night has fallen or something else hinders them.
 * Zach sleeps all the way.
 * Preacher sleeps with Joan.
 * Preacher cooks meat, lots of it.
 * Preacher serves it up with trail rations.
 * Torn drinks a shot of whiskey as he wakes up, then lights a smoke.
 * Torn looks at Zach, "Feeling better?"
 * Torn looks at Zach, "Feeling better?"
 * Zach shrugs. "Lil."
 * Preacher turns around, snapping at him, "You stay the fuck here with the others, Torn."
 * Torn sighs.
 * Preacher doesn't wake up very happy.
 * Torn stays with the group.
 * Torn lights a smoke.
 * Preacher mounts up and rides out toward the man.
 * Preacher rides up on the man, keeping a free hand near his hip.
 * Preacher rides up and around him to get a better look.
 * Preacher halts his horse in the man's path, "Trouble?"
 * Preacher gives pause.
 * Preacher` rides back to the camp.
 * Preacher shakes his head.
 * Torn rides up to him.
 * Torn blocks his way.
 * Preacher offers bacon to everyone else.
 * Torn blocks his way again, but this time he pulls a his shotgun on him.
 * Torn takes a deep breath.
 * Preacher watches Torn from over the dune, chewing his bacon.
 * Preacher eats with his left hand, his right down at his side.
 * Torn offers him a match.
 * Torn offers him a bottle of whiskey "Here, that ougta warm you up."
 * Preacher gives Joan a warm smile and goes back to watching Torn.
 * Torn picks up his bottle.
 * Torn pulls a stick of TNT.
 * Preacher eats bacon and watches, his eyes squinting.
 * Torn lights the fuse, "Here, looks, it's hot!"
 * Preacher shakes his head, bacon being chewed between his teeth, and tosses back his duster on the right side.
 * Torn pulls the fuse.
 * Torn rides back.
 * Preacher lets his duster fall back, continuing to chew.
 * Preacher nods, "Holding his coat against him."
 * Torn grabs a piece of bacon, "You mind?"
 * Preacher continues to eat bacon off the skillet.
 * Preacher shrugs, "Maybe he won't."
 * Preacher finishes off a pound of bacon from the skillet, sans what Torn took, and washes it down with coffee.
 * Zach nods, still reading his book.
 * Torn lights a smoke.
 * Preacher remounts his horse, patting Joan on the bottom and setting off northward when everyone's set.
 * Cassidy looks at the man.
 * Cassidy looks at him.
 * Preacher watches Cassidy try HIS hand at it.
 * Cassidy looks more closely at him.
 * Cassidy tries to stop him, "Hey pardner, you okay?"
 * Preacher narrows his eyes.
 * Preacher watches Cassidy and the man, riding in silence.
 * Cassidy pours some of his canteen on the guy.
 * Preacher dismounts and pulls a blanket from his things.
 * Preacher gives pause, wondering if this is a bright move.
 * Preacher` uses the blanket to get the water off the guy's face.
 * Cassidy tries to diagnose the man, besides the obvious facial burns.

Cassidy rolled -+ 10 8 4 +- Result -> 10

GM: You think he's got something internally wrong with his body temperature. Preacher: ((Captain Obvious.)) GM: ((Yeah, well, I cant think of anything else. You've never seen this before.)) GM: Preacher, you try to hold the man down again and get some burns on your hands, steam starts to rise where you touch him. GM: The man's arms shoot up and he claws at his shirt, ripping it off to both sides, you see the small shock of bodyhair that he has on his chest start to turn an ashey grey. A large black burn mark begins to form on his left breast. Cassidy: "Hey pardner, how can we fix you?" GM: He doesnt respond with anything more than a few painful screams, "YAAA! YAAAA! YAAA!! HOA HOA HOT!!!" Preacher: ((Maybe try NOT pouring water on him in the first place?))
 * Cassidy wonders if he knows anything that can induce vomiting.
 * Preacher holds the man down.
 * Preacher takes his hands away and steps back when the guy begins to freak out.
 * Preacher looks at his palms.
 * Preacher watches things begin to happen to his chest.
 * Cassidy wonders what he might do to alleviate the man's problem.
 * Jet knocks the guy out.

Jet rolled -+ 11 8 4 10 1 +- Result -> 11

GM: You pop him really hard in the head. He goes, "Uughhh," and his body goes limp. GM: The black mark starts to get darker in the middle, and spread wider into an oval shape.. Preacher: "Get away from him, Jet." Jet: "We take him to town, fix him up in deah. He not be so hot if he not in de desert." Preacher: "You don't catch fire from the desert!" Cassidy: "He says he's cold." GM: You see a blue flame start to perk out from the middle of the circle of the burn. Cassidy, you think maybe some aloe cream would help. :P GM: You haven't any aloe cream. Preacher: ((lol)) Jet: "Put de watah on him!" GM: You pour the water in the wound and more steam rises out, the fire has apparently gone out and the burn stops spreading. Jet: "He just need some watah...we take him in town and put him in batt tub." Cassidy: "A big one." Jet: "Big tub." GM: Steam pours off the guy in a large cloud. The man doesn't move, but you see a charred |/ shaped thing in his chest. Preacher: "We don't know where the next town is." Preacher: "..." GM: A mixture of blood and ash starts to ooze out of the hole in his chest. GM: ((It's not a burn pattern.)) Jet: "Oh cwap...he in deep caca" GM: It's a very special slimey object sitting in the wound. GM: Cassidy, YOU know that its a charred heart. Cassidy: "Err. Preacher: "What is that?" Cassidy: "He's done fer. That's his heart." GM: You could perform funeral rights, or you could reignite the corpse and cremate him. Or you could eat him, and if you feel guilty afterword you can dig a grave and throw up in it. GM: Preacher, its still a little warm, but nothing over a fever. And clammy too. Preacher: "..." Cassidy: "..." GM: Joan says, "What do you think that was?" Zach looks a little sick. GM: You dig the grave, shoot the head, and bury him. Jet: "Why you shoot all de copses in de head?" GM: 5 PM. Preacher: "Damn." Preacher: "We've lost a lot of daylight." Cassidy: "Let's go." GM: You notice that among his dropped things is a wooden spoon. Preacher: "..." GM: lol Preacher: "Have any of you seen something like that before?" Cassidy: "No." Jet: "Dat some cwazy stuff!" Cassidy: "By the way, kid, how's that wound doing?" GM: Zach says, "Uggghh."
 * Jet gets out of the way.
 * Cassidy applies some aloe cream.
 * Cassidy stands back and hands Jet the water.
 * Jet puts water on the fire part.
 * Preacher examines the strange burn pattern.
 * Cassidy looks at the very special slimey object.
 * Preacher tentatively touches the guy's forehead.
 * Cassidy tries to figure out what he can do with the corpse.
 * Cassidy looks around.
 * Preacher examines his palms and frowns, placing them on his knees quickly.
 * Preacher stands up and goes to his horse, pulling his shovel from it.
 * Preacher starts digging silently.
 * Jet digs if Preacher gets tired.
 * Preacher continues to dig the grave in silence.
 * Preacher doesn't seem to tire, finishing the digging and hauling the man's body over.
 * Preacher reads him his last rites and puts a bullet into the corpse's head.
 * Preacher lowers the body into the grave and shovels the dirt back in.
 * Preacher looks up at Jet between shovelfuls, "I have my reasons."
 * Jet nods and mumbles something about, "Some kinda crazy guy."
 * Preacher finishes filling in the grave and pats it down.
 * Preacher checks the time.
 * Preacher looks for any handy pieces of wood or soemthing to make a headstone from.
 * Preacher sticks it into the sand at the head of the grave cynically and mounts his horse.
 * Jet gets on the horse, too.
 * Cassidy follows Preacher.
 * Preacher continues northward.
 * Preacher nods, continuing to ride.
 * Cassidy looks at Zach.
 * Preacher leads Zach's horse along, letting the boy rest in the make-shift setup Preacher made on the saddle.
 * Cassidy checks him doctor like.

Cassidy rolled -+ 8 2 11 +- Result -> 11

GM: You notice that his shoulder is swelling up and judge that something is broken there. You think its probably his collarbone. The bump on his head is just a simple injury, should heal within a few days; and his gut you think must be something else thats 'strange'. GM: That night you set up camp. Preacher: "I'm fine, Cassidy. Don't feel anything." Cassidy: "That's not always a good thing. Lemme take a look." GM: Cassidy, what wounds you referring to? Cassidy: ((His rifle wound that he burned shut.)) GM: Its just a small thin scar right now. Cassidy: "Should be fine." GM: There's a pinkish/white area in the skin, and a jagged line, plus a little bit of a bubbley scar, but aside from that it looks dandy. GM: Cassidy, also you noticed two huge scars right next to it where as far as you know Preacher wasn't shot. GM: He goes, "ACH UGH! OOMPFF!" every time you poke him. Cassidy: "Where exactly does it hurt son?" GM: Zach says, "Well...it DOESN'T hurt here..." and he points way off to the right side. GM: Zoltar says, "KAW! You cant help!" Cassidy: "Ok, I want you cough up the deepest spit you can get from your throat right there on the sand." GM: Zach spits on the sand. GM: "PTOOIE!" Cassidy: ((Any red in it?)) GM: No. Cassidy: "Kid, stick yer finger down yer throat til you puke. I think you swallowed something that don't agree with yah." GM: He says, "No." Cassidy: "You want to sit there 'n suffer for the rest of the week? Fine." GM: Zach says, "I know what it is, but I won't tell you." Cassidy "...What?" GM: "I told you, I can't tell you." Cassidy: "Why?" GM: "Because." GM: He shakes his head and gives Zoltar a peanut. GM: She looks down at you and says, "Where did you get those scars, anyway?" Preacher: "A long time back."
 * Preacher` begins cooking.
 * Cassidy looks at Preacher's wounds.
 * Preacher stands up and untucks his shirt, pulling it up over his belly while chewing a piece of meat from the skillet.
 * Cassidy looks over Zach, pushing and prodding his stomach to figure out what's up.
 * Preacher looks down at his stomache, his chewing slowing and his expression perplexed.
 * Cassidy hmms.
 * Preacher sits back down after tucking in his shirt and continues eating meat from the skillet, his expression now very grim.
 * Preacher looks up at Joan and just watches her.
 * Cassidy looks at Preacher.
 * Preacher stares off into the desert, eating mainly meat from the skillet.
 * Preacher finishes chewing and swallows, opening two buttons of his shirt and sticking his hand in over his heart.
 * Preacher frowns and takes his hand out, buttoning his shirt.
 * Preacher cleans up and beds down with Joan for the night.
 * Preacher sleeps with his gunbelts on.
 * Cassidy goes to sleep.