Let's Sperg A Kiwi Play By Post Game: Alien Earth

Maybe it's because I'm tired, but I am having such trouble wrapping my mind around these game mechanics. Thank you for rolling, @Randall Fragg ! m(_ _)m
 
Sorry for the lack of updates.
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The raider has had enough. He drops to his knees and lays prone on the top of the van, in a show of surrender.
@Slurms McCorgi
The spear lands a solid blow in the raider's chest. The leather jacket he's wearing does little to protect him.
Ricky and the raider flail helplessly at each other.
The guy in the car takes a few potshots at Skye, to no effect.
Thorgdar leaps from the back of the jeep onto the hood of the raider jeep, and takes a swing at the driver with his(?) guitar, which has numerous spiky bits attached to it. It lands a solid hit, punching out rough, bloody holes in the raider's torso. Thorgdar screams and plays a riff.
The raider steers the jeep away in an attempt to escape.
 
Sir Reginald binds his captive's legs and hands with his rope, "I accept your unconditional surrender, and shall be detaining you forthwith good sir."
 
Skye uses the spear to butt the raider off the van. "This time for sure—"
 
Sir Reginald binds his captive's legs and hands with his rope, "I accept your unconditional surrender, and shall be detaining you forthwith good sir."
He says nothing. He just glairs at you with an expression best summed up as pure hate.

Skye uses the spear to butt the raider off the van. "This time for sure—"
The spear collides with the raider, who tumbles to the fast moving pavement and is left in the broken asphalt and dust, very much dead.

Raider's turn
The guy with the Uzi litters the truck bed with 9mm rounds, one of which hits Skye.
The guy in the jeep swipes at the raging metal barbarian, and connects. The metal barbarian roars and swings wildly at his face.
Ricky manages to kick the biker in the face and gives one final "FUCK YEAH!" before the biker stabs him in the guts with his boot knife. Ricky slides off the door and is rapidly left behind.
 
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Oh, nooooo, Ricky :(

It takes a moment for Skye to realize she's been shot, and another to realize that she really should have tried to learn healing magic. She doubles over in pain, but not before hurling an Air Knife in her attacker's direction.
 
Sir Reginald moves his prisoner into the safety of the van and proceeds to line up a shot at the biker. "For the fallen!"
 
Oh, nooooo, Ricky :(

It takes a moment for Skye to realize she's been shot, and another to realize that she really should have tried to learn healing magic. She doubles over in pain, but not before hurling an Air Knife in her attacker's direction.
The pain hinders your ability to focus, and your air knives fizzle out before being thrown.
Sir Reginald moves his prisoner into the safety of the van and proceeds to line up a shot at the biker. "For the fallen!"
The arrow breaks through his leather jacket, and lodges deep in his chest. He coughs up a wad of blood and tissue, and glances down at the wound. The realization that he's hacking up lung chunks seems to get to him, and he freezes up. He's now a sitting duck.
@alex_theman it all comes down to you...
(By the way, there's a sawn-off shotgun being offered by the elf.)
 
Ben takes the shotgun, and shoots at the guy with a Uzi.
(Guessing it is pump action.)
 
Ben takes the shotgun, and shoots at the guy with a Uzi.
(Guessing it is pump action.)
The shot blows open the passenger side window, and hits the unfortunate raider in the chest. His finger clenches around the Uzi's trigger, causing it to spray wildly in the air until the magazine runs out. He is now dead.
The biker, completely zones out of it, is in no capability to ride a motorcycle, and falls off, severely injuring himself.
The guy in the jeep is desperately trying to escape. Of course, there's an angry metal barbarian in the jeep with him swinging a guitar ax at his head, making this rather difficult.
The sedan is still hooked to the jeep, and seems to still be in serviceable condition.
 
I...wonder if I can toss Ben into the sedan... Let's do a damage check. How's the jeep raider holding up?
 
Okeydoke.

Skye decides to use her Shouting at People skills and calls to Thorgdar: "Come back, brave one; the battle is won!"
Thorgdar drives out of the jeep and slams into the dusty ground. The jeep swerves around and speeds off.
The convoy has stopped.
What will you do?
 
Sir Reginald brings his prisoner to the leader of the convoy. "Caravan Master, I believe you might wish to parlay with this ne'er-do-well ."
 
Skye pokes at her wound. It'd be wise to patch that up first.

I see Psychic Surgery listed as a power. There's no description, though . . . .
 
Skye pokes at her wound. It'd be wise to patch that up first.

I see Psychic Surgery listed as a power. There's no description, though . . . .
I'm treating it as each success heals one HP. You failed your roll though.
Skye visibly strains as she attempts to focus her powers, to no avail. Kyle the Weed Shaman is moving towards you, bag of medical supplies in hand, when he gets a strange expression on his face, and rubs his temples.
He continues walking towards you, opens the bag, and begins talking, seemingly unconcerned with the bullet wound in your thigh.
"Wow man, another person in tune with the universe. That's, like, not something you see every day brah. Hold up, this is gonna, like, sting a little bit."
He applies pressure to the wound with some alcohol soaked cloth, which stings like hell. It does help stanch the bleeding. Kyle continues talking as he bandages your leg.
"Yeah, so, like, basically I've had The Gift forever man. My father had it, his father had it, and his father's father had it, all the way back to The Great Freakout. It's chill meeting another one with the universe, never met one outside of my tribe. And that's all the way in, like, Massachusetts man. Which is a long way from...where ever we are. Oregon, I think."
With your leg wound dressed, Kyle takes out a thick, white, foul smelling cigarette from his pocket and offers it too you.
"Yo man, take some of my stash. It's, like, filled with natural goodness from Mother Nature to help get you aligned with the universe. It'll also help take your mind off your bullet holes. I use it all the time, it helps me commune with the universe. Like, sometimes the universe lets me see things before they happen and shit, it's pretty dank. Ever had that happen to you before?"

Sir Reginald brings his prisoner to the leader of the convoy. "Caravan Master, I believe you might wish to parlay with this ne'er-do-well ."
"Thanks son, get that little bastard up here."
Big Dan climbs out of the drivers seat and inspects the prisoner.
"Las Familias man, are you now?"

The prisoner glares at Big Dan. Las Familias is one of the three big raider tribes in Texas. They have an agreement with the other two, the Powdersniffers and the Church of Horsepower, called The Alliance of Three. It states that they will stay out of each other's territory, and come to each other's aid if one of them is attacked. It's kept them from being wiped out by other raiders or allied communities.
However, they tend to ignore caravans belonging to the Ulstics, because the Ulstics have armies of mercinaries that could pose a serious challenge to any of the raider tribes. The Ulstics don't just wipe out the Alliance of Three, because they prey on the smaller caravans that compete with the Ulstics, helping ensure the Ulstics keep a tight grip on trade in the region.

"Just how stupid are you, huh?" Big Dan continues. "Can you see I've got a House Ulstic flag flying on this here convoy? You got any idea what that means? It means that you assholes are going to face retribution! House Ulstic has armies, big ones, more than capable of taking down you jagoffs. And I'm sure that your bosses ain't going to be happy about this, bringing retaliation on their-"
"Who do you think set this up, dumbass"
The raider spits at Dan's feet.
"We ain't stupid. We know that your big scary army's out east, and can't do shit. And we know what you're carrying pendejo. Now, are you going to kill me, or what?"
 
Huh. Skye hesitates for a moment, then pockets the cigarette and hands Kyle her whetstone in return.

"Thank you, stranger," she murmurs. "May your sight grow ever sharper. Our sight. Your...no, ours. I still need—" She clears her throat. "We must attend to the fallen. Can you treat everyone's wounds if need be?"
 
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