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  1. Gotta say, the old sculpt were definately much more charming. Very nice paintjob!
  2. Vinny

    WWI US Marines

    Very nice! Very clean paintjob, it looks good. How did you make the shrubs on the base? Is that Woodland Scenic?
  3. Hi guys. I am so so sorry, I forgot to give you guys a heads up in here. My deepest apology for slowing down the game. I've been pretty busy on this end. Just started my freshmen year in college, so I wasn't even near my comp for the last month or so. Haldir, would it be ok if you role-play Vieta for me indefinitely? I don't know when I might have free time to be around, and I don't want to stall this really great game.
  4. Vieta attacks the closest zombie that approaches the party, warry of the creature's attack and quick with his own. His cutlass slices the air as he swings it in wide arcs, shouting as he does so.
  5. Vieta draws his cutlass and stays back, waiting for the enemy to come to him rather than charging.
  6. Listen Check- 5 Vieta enters the chamber, seeing only what the dim glow of the torch allows him to see. He stands and leans against the wall, waiting for the rest of the group. "What in hells is that smell?" he asks, frowning but sniffing, trying to identify it. Then, the zombies reveal themselves and Vieta freaks. "SON OF A B*TCH!" he shouts, drawing his cutlass.
  7. "Well, that's good it didn't, then, mate... This be a pretty expensive sword, this one." he lies with a grin, but, regardless, carefully inspects its edge, making sure it is not damaged. To him, Vieta's weapons have always been his best friends, although never his only friends. There are times he wonders if friends and weapons (or perhaps, tools) are of the same nature. His mood, being of a chaotic nature, shifts, and he proceeds to stand. "Well... let's find us a way out of here, then, now that I can see. Gotta make sure I get out of here and poke some holes in our friend Vanthus." Vieta approaches the door and does the same thing Anny did earlier, inspecting the door for himself.
  8. Vieta pushes himself to his feet, and stands leaning against the tunnel wall, waiting for a torch to be lit. He clutches his head, still dizzy from the two consecutive blows to the head. Trapped, he wonders if he will make it out alive this time, and wonders suddenly what his family is doing. He realized that in all the excitement he had forgotten to pay them a visit. "Well damn..." he mutters, shaking his head.
  9. "What happened?" Vieta repeats, his voice sounding extremely irritated and thus oozing with sarcasm. "I'll tell ya what happened. Some street rat elf led us right into a trap and told us to climb down a dark hole in the middle of the nowhere. All of us cheerfully climbed down said hole in the middle of nowhere, and then good, noble Vanthus Vanderboren comes out of nowhere and closes said hole on us." Vieta groans, shifting himself in his sitting position, then tries to adjust his eyes to the darkness if possible. "Ahhh." Vieta sighs with delight. "Nothing like pure darkness to make a man feel certain that he's thoroughly f**ked. Now what?"
  10. I have 24 HP. I think the fall would have knocked me unconscious but the healing would have woken me back up, so right now I am at... 2 HP? Should I edit my post or just play along from there?
  11. I have 24 HP. I think the fall would have knocked me unconscious but the healing would have woken me back up, so right now I am at... 2 HP? Should I edit my post or just play along from there?
  12. As everything goes dark, there is silence, broken when Vieta says, with an echo: "That son of a b*tch..." Not being able to see much, he uncocks his pistol and holsters it, then slumps down on the floor, the injuries from battle getting to him. He sits there on the dirt floor, propped against the wall, weakly patting around him, remembering that he dropped his cutlass and now tries to look for it but too lazy and tired to commit to a search in the dark. "Anybody got a light?" he asks, then after a pause... "Hey shortie!" he calls out in the dark to Heleger. "You alright, mate?"
  13. Vieta groans as he struggles to his feet. Holding his head, he starts grumbling, and soon his grumbling can be heard as loud yells of insults. He trashes to his feet, pulling away from Anny as he yanks at his powder horn. He violently pours powder and slams a bullet down the barrel of his gun, violently slamming the hammer into firing position with his other hand's palm. "You're gonna die, you bearded little sack of elf! I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD!" Vieta roars up at Vanthus, one crazy ex-noble to another. Not even caring if he's out of range, he aims up the shaft at Vanthus, and with one eye shut, fires the pistol at the nobleman.
  14. Str Check- 24 (20+4) [Lol now I get the 20!] Vieta, rather dying than letting go of his grandfather's pistol, clings to the gun like a holy talisman, holding it to his chest with his right hand as his left hand flails, desperately trying to catch the rope. His lucky cutlass, however, is left plummeting to the dark depth below. I swear, by the tides, when I climb back up, this bearded arse-lick is gonna die...
  15. Strength- 16 (no modifiers) "Oh damn... damn... DAMN!" Vieta mutters, waving his arms wildly as he tries not to fall into the hole.
  16. AOO- 6 (1+5) Vieta, his head throbbing from the two consecutive blow, tries to turn back and finish off Vanthus. When he sees the nobleman attempt to kick him, Vieta tries to counter, slashing away wildly and inaccurately with his sword. (OOC- I have 24 HP)
  17. Attack of Op- 21 (16+5) Vieta, feeling Shefton reaching for his arms, grins wildly. He tries to shake himself free and turns with another spin, bringing his cutlass down on his foe in retaliation.
  18. Initiative Roll- 10 (7+3) "Arrgggh! You son of a... aggh!" Vieta shouts. Vieta grunts, falling forward to his knees and clutching the back of his head, but quickly, he shakes the pain off and spins around, one hand drawing his cutlass and the other his gun. Still on his knees, he cocks his pistol and takes a shot at whoever hit him. Attack- 20 (14+5+ 1 [Point Blank?])
  19. (Listen check: 4) Vieta, having not heard or ignoring what he did hear, shrugs as Shefton defies his order. "Don't worry, mate... You don't have to climb." he tells the man. Then, Vieta kicks Shefton down the shaft.
  20. Vieta, unlike the rest, does not climb down the rope. Instead, and still highly suspicious of this helper the group has acquired, Vieta walks up to Shefton. "Alright mate! You're goin' to find one hell of a party here! Stick around to see that Vanthus bleed and humiliated and all, eh?" he asks Shefton with a suspicious good-humored tone. His tone change as unexpectedly as it had come. He puts a hand on his pistol's grip. "Climb down." he orders the man.
  21. Vieta looks down at Heleger. Whatever wisdom the dwarf might have, Vieta's pride quickly ensures it is neither heard nor given the proper understanding. But he does relent, and, releasing Shefton, gives the man a violent shove. Turning to Heleger, he points the gun at the dwarf, although not in a particularly threatening manner. "You're gonna come to learn, you condescending lil' man..." Vieta says to the dwarf, "That everybody deserves to be shot at some point in their lives." With that, he stares silently at the dwarf, and suddenly, aims the gun at the dwarf's head. There is a silence. "Bang..." he says, a joker's grin, a most wicked sneer, crossing his lips. With a chuckle, he loosens the pistol's hammer, and holsters it. "Let's get this show on the road then, mate." he says, downing the rest of his drink and walking out.
  22. "Cost us? COST... US? We buy you drinks, and now you want us to pay you???" Vieta says in an outburst. He stands up violently, knocking over his drink, one hand grabbing Shefton's wrist and pinning the man's hand to the table, the other drawing the pistol and putting the muzzle against Shefton's palm. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow your damn hand off, mate!" he roars, uncaring about the crowd.
  23. Vieta listens intently, being the one sitting next to Shefton. When Yarrin addresses him, Vieta nods. He draws his gun and puts the muzzle against Shefton's kneecap, clicking the hammer back. All of this is done under the table, so no one in the crowded inn can see. "My mate Yarrin 'ere has a point... you know what will happen if you double-cross us..." he hisses. Vieta's thumb clicks the hammer back audibly. "Keep talkin'..." he orders.
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