The Prologue (1941) - Part I

[Tarotdragoon]

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"well sure sorry for bleeding...fori dell'asino" he mutters, lifts his shirt up to see the damage the lets it back down, wincing a little he collects his gun and takes a further swig from the whisky bottle before shouldering his pack and moving out the back door to the mules and the gear, he begins shuffling through for a bandage. finding the aid kit he takes the roll and quickly pads and wraps it round his waist and over the wound.

((treat injury?:17))

hastily he shuffles the box back together and thrusts it back into the pack, patting the mule on the flank.

"I should start charging by the corpse again..."

[jacemachine]

Russo has wrapped gauze around the wound, so at least it will be protected until he can get real medical help...

[spoiler]First Aid Kit
Available at most drugstores and camping supply stores, this kit contains enough supplies (and simple instructions for their use) to treat an injury before transporting the injured person to a medical professional. A first aid kit can be used to help a dazed, unconscious, or stunned character by making a Treat Injury check (DC 15). A first aid kit can be used only once. Skill checks made without a first aid kit incur a -4 penalty.[/spoiler]

Padre continues lamenting in Spanish loudly, as he rushes between the basement and the bar trying to fight the fire alone. Smoke billows out of the front door in a heavy black column that reaches into the sky. Visible for miles around.

Some of the locals have begun rushing towards the bar, most of them talking excitedly about the fire, but a small handful have begun to bring water from the nearby homes to throw onto the blaze with buckets.


Out behind the bar, closer to the tree grove, and relatively out of sight of the commotion the party gathers around the mules in preparation for their nearing departure.

"Are we ready?" Bones asks the group.

[Nanshork]

Richard nods.  "We need to leave before more Nazis arrive.  We can sort out gear once we are somewhere safe."

[BowenSilverclaw]

"Agreed, the longer we stay here the bigger the chance we get severely humped." Sgt. Kestrel concurs.

[Tarotdragoon]

((oops my lack of knowledge about pen 'n' paper RPG's defeats me once more sorry ))

Russo grunts his agreement "the fire will make a nice distraction, but what about your friend and the kid will they be alright? What were those Nazi talking about back in the bar about making people talk, sick bastards"

[Neull//]

[jacemachine]

"Padre was only an acquaintance. No offense to him, but I'm glad his place burned down. He was an asshole but I don't think the Nazis would bother with him." Harrison slips his backpack over his shoulders, and pats the boy on the top of his head, making the boy's hat crooked. "The Kid will be just fine. He travels with me. He goes where I go. Isn't that right Kid?" He gives the child a brotherly smirk. "Yeah, Max*. I don't figure the Kid was running with me the last time you was around. I met him in Tijuana two years ago.-- tried to pick my pocket." He turns to the Kid once again smiling, "And see Kid? Your fingers healed back all straight again, just like I told you!"

He lights a cigarette. "Ahhh kids, you gotta love them. They're so stupid, but you can't help loving the little bastards..."

"Alright gang, let's split." Bones leads you through the back grove of large tropical trees. Behind you you can still hear the shouts of excitement about the fire and the gunshots.

Across the northern section of town, where there is nothing but bushes and trees, you come out upon a well worn muddy road. The northern road. (location #10 on the Santa Boca map)

Travelers continue past you on their way into Puerta de Santa Boca for the town's market festival. Paco & Esteban lead the donkeys and horse, but continue looking over their shoulders. Bones has looked over his shoulder more than once.

"Okay, here's plan. Any minute we are going to have more Nazis on our asses than mosquitoes on a newborn. So I suggest that we ditch the road in favor of trekking through some serious undergrowth. Think of it as practice for when we hit the REAL jungle.

"The Nazis hopefully will rush down the road trying to catch up with us. Eventually, when they see no sign of us, they may give up and head back to town to decide what to do next. This can buy us some time.

"Now, this is just off the top of my head. If any of you guys have any other plans now's the time to pitch, cause I'm catching."






*[spoiler]Max found 3/4 of a pound of sugar under the bar, next to a 3lb sack of peanuts.[/spoiler]

[Nanshork]

Richard shakes his head.  "No other plans, but I have a message for you.  The Madame said that if you don't come back alive, don't come back at all."  He then digs around in his pack and hands out the pouches she made.  "And she has given us these, they are good juju but don't open them or they won't help anymore."

[j0lt]

Loder takes the pouch and sniffs at it dubiously before slipping it into his shoulderbag along with the myriad of archaeology tools.  "Gah, what a wonderful smell she's discovered!"

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Eisen hastily takes the pouch and puts it in a pocket close to his heart; more than one crazy hermit had given him things that had saved his life before, and if nothing else, the padding couldn't help in the obviously targetable spot on his chest. The wound was shallow, and didn't hit anything major (or so it seemed), so he shrugged off the worst of it, dousing it with some of the "clean" water to try and wash the dirty blood away before going into the mules kits and breaking out a first aid kit*. A trek wasn't preferable, but it was better than another firefight. 'Oh, for the urban warfare again,' he thought. "A trek sounds livable; aggravated Nazi's are undesirable, indeed.

For a long time, Eisen seems quiet. Not like he's holding back, he just never seems to talk much at all, other than to suggest or affirm actions. But after a while, Eisen looks around to the group, and as if feeling like he should say something to build morale, just starts with a load of questions rapidfire. Anyway.... So, who is this Madame, what is this "juju," and what is in the package the boy seems to be clinging to? Conversation will make the trip go faster, and it's unlikely we'll be tracked by sounds, in this environment... with the town so close as well..."

[spoiler]Treat Injury: 18[/spoiler]

[Neull//]

[jacemachine]

Bones says.
A lanky native man steps into view. Lean, but with muscles like rope. He wore only a grimy pair of tan pants tied at the waist with rope. He bore an intricate tattoo of Mayan design over his right shoulder and part of his chest. He wore multiple piercings in his ears, as well as a ring through his nose, and a metal ball below his lower lip. His scalp was tattooed as well. He wore no shoes, and trod across the uneven terrain with ease. At his side how wore a leather bag hung from his shoulder by a strap. He wielded a machete in his left hand, while hefting a short spear in his right.

Now would be a good time to get patched up. I need to confer with my man for a few minutes."ABOUT FIRST AID KITS:
[spoiler]First Aid Kit
Available at most drugstores and camping supply stores, this kit contains enough supplies (and simple instructions for their use) to treat an injury before transporting the injured person to a medical professional. A first aid kit can be used to help a dazed, unconscious, or stunned character by making a Treat Injury check (DC 15). A first aid kit can be used only once. Skill checks made without a first aid kit incur a -4 penalty.[/spoiler]

[Tarotdragoon]

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Russo takes his juju bag but eyes it distrustfully

"this really gonna help?" he asks nobody in particular but ties it to his belt anyway as Bones and the native converse.

He puts his pack down to checks his bandage and pulls his jacket out of his pack and puts it on, it'll get warm but he feels safer for the extra protection

((AC back up to 19, 14 FF))

he goes to pull his bag back on hesitates and instead but takes out a curved machete in a leather case and attaches it to his belt.

[j0lt]

"Here, let me take care of that for you."

Dr. Loder unloads one of the medical kits from the back of a donkey and begins to treat each member of the group in turn, starting with Eisen.

[spoiler]
Treat Injury check to restore HP = 29
HP restored = 2
I'm assuming I can use these same rolls for everybody in the group, if I'm wrong, I'll post up the separate rolls for each person later.
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[BowenSilverclaw]

[spoiler]I'll take 10 to Aid Another if that would get you 3 HP

I'll be back with IC-posting tomorrow, just don't have the mindset for it ATM, sorry.[/spoiler]

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Bleeding under control, and the wound properly plugged, eisen looks down sore and hurting but glad. "Thank you, Doctor. I wonder what they're on about...." He eyes the two of them suspiciously; hopefully there isn't a further issue, another snag in the operation. And it started off so well in town, the MOST dangerous point he could think of. He tries to look over the gestures and the actions of the two, trying to get an idea of whether or not he should be worried**, if he should be putting together his trap bombs. With that reminder, he decides that at some point he should bring his supplies to Max, to see if anything more effective can be set.

[spoiler]Sense Motive: 12[/spoiler]

[Neull//]

[Flay Crimsonwind]

Eisen takes the letter, opens it curiously, and reads:

((more to come once I've read it...))

[BowenSilverclaw]

"Say Eisen, have you ever heard of a Karl Dietrich? Supposedly he's the resident Nazi CO..." John asks his German companion as Dr. Loder treats the team's wounds.

[Nanshork]

Richard nods in thanks at Dr. Loder.  He then starts digging through his new gear, taking some of it and putting it with the rest of his personal gear.  The rest he either leaves on the donkey or throws behind him in disgust.  He then goes off behind a bush to quickly change into his new fatigues, muttering about how governments always assign the most useless gear.

[spoiler]
In the piles behind him is: Foot Powder, Machete, Zippo, Flask, Swiss Army Knife, KBAR knife, Compass, Jungle Weapon Sling, Condoms