Landain

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Phineas was too frightened by the tomahawk and approach of Logan’s muscle to notice the pool player. Besides, he was now on the other side of the poker table from the cowboy with the pool cue. He did not know what was going on, but did notice the four men from the other table, approach his former card playing compatriots. They looked rough and Finney just wasn’t sure about a fight. He knew this was good stuff for his book, but didn’t know if he needed to risk his own life in the process.

Out of the corner of his eye, he detected movement from the second floor. A corpulent little man in a brilliant white suit took eager interest in the action below. He pulled the curtain wide enough to see it transpire below. Finney wondered who the fat man was. Maybe he owned the place and was about to watch his saloon get wrecked. Finney placed the corner of the bar between him and the emerging row in the middle of the saloon.

Billy caught the four men approach from the other table. He backed off Mr. Logan when Mistihkoman jumped on the table. He felt threatened by their presence and knew he needed to make an impact soon. The approaching stranger closest to him caught a left cross to the jaw and then a right upper cut right behind the cross. He readied himself for a fight after throwing the first two punches.

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SERGIO WESTWOOD! Ha! Sergio Leone + Clint! I Love it!

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I should be able to post this evening. (EST)

Post a random fact about yourself.

I do not regret being a Battlefield Airman...

@The Harbinger of Ferocity

What was your job? My father was an Air Policeman in the USAF. I had a cousin who was a pilot. He was killed when his T-5 trainer struck a mountain near Holliman AFB, NM.

Battle of the Nations

Assuming the prone position is good enough for Friedrich. we don't have a Pioneer battalion (Engineers) which have entrenching tools; i.e.: picks and shovels. I'll try to get a post up later today or no later than Monday attesting to this opinion.

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The story hook (coming up shortly) is that the characters will be hired to transport something.

@Kelewen

I recall reading this earlier. It was the motivation for Billy to mention to Mr. Logan about hiring for some job.

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The most logical place is at the end of the bar closest to the entrance. He is in over his head and just might be getting that picture. I'm hoping his character will eventually change during the story.

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Finney didn’t understand what Mr. Logan was doing right away. He may have been a bit slow on the uptake. None of his frat brothers would ever think to cheat or steal the pot in this manner. It was foreign to his etiquette. But when Misty Koman pulled out the small sword, he realized the grumpy old man was trying to steal the pot from him. He knew this was a fight he was ill prepared for and did not want to get involved. He would find a quiet corner to melt into and be a proverbial bug on the wall, watching what happened.

Billy on the other hand felt a bit suspicious about Mr. Logan from the beginning of the game as well as the Johnny Reb. He was curious about Miss Johnson and agreed with Misty Koman’s good medicine. He knew the Cree man, was a good person. When he saw the Cree stand up and threaten Mr. Logan after he reached for the pot, Billy stood up dropping his chair to the floor. He gave up his weapons when he entered the establishment, except one; his fists and feet. He was an experienced pugilist, having taken his licks many times.

“Mistah Logan, it would be in yo best interest if you rethought what you was attemptin’ to do heah. This is not gonna go the way ya planned.” Billy addressed Mr. Logan in a very serious tone. Billy looked at Misty Koman simply to let him know, he had his back.

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Billy rolled an 18
Finney rolled a 5, But Finney folded, so it really doesn't matter. ;)

1. Click on New Campaign.
2. Give the Campaign a title. I wrote Billy's Poker hands.
3. Write a description, "Using dice rolls to determine the outcome of a poker game".
4. Click Submit.
5. Type 1d20 in the box labeled "Roll"
6. Type the purpose of the Roll, "Billy's Poker Hand"
7. Click copy link so you can include it in a post here in this thread.

If you use the link button on the toolbar, you just need to put the URL address in the brackets and then write a title between the two sets of brackets.

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“Fine to see dark skinned man here. Good medicine.” The Cree spoke him his unpronounceable name, "Mistihkoman, Big Knife, my name. What is your name dark skinned one?" Even Miss Mary found it difficult to repeat.

“Nice to be making your acquaintance, Misty-Ko-Man and Miss Mary,” Billy responded to the Cree man and the woman. He looked at his hand and agreed his skin was a darker color than most.

“What do the rest of you do for a living?” The gentleman who dealt the lousy hand and was supporting the pot quite nicely asked.

“My name is William Kingsley, but most folks call me, Billy. I ain’t got no job at the moment. I was a soldia with the 10th cavalry for more than a few years. I been rambling from job to job just ta git by. Ah grew up in Illy-noy.” Billy looked up at Mr. Logan. “Are you a hirin’ man, mistah?” Billy looked at the cards he was dealt; the ace of clubs and the two of hearts. ‘Here’s hoping the community cards present somethin' worthwhile,’ Billy thought to himself. ‘Maybe four clubs or a few more aces would be nice.’

Billy did not mind the tobacco smell from Miss Mary. It was an odor he had grown accustomed to over the years. He tried smoking tobacco with Commanches, but never picked up the habit.

The other dandy claimed to be a bounty hunter. Billy doubted that lie, but took the man at his word. Most bounty hunters he met, looked more like the Johnny Reb across the table.

Phineas found the conversation fascinating. He listened to the others and breathed in Mary Johnson’s cigar smoke. He tried cigars back at Amherst, but never liked the taste. It was not something he would do again. “Miss Johnson,” Finney looked around the table. “Gentlemen, my name is Phineas Eugene O’Connell from Gloucester, Massachusetts. One of the finest fishing communities in the United States of America,” Finney spoke with an eastern Boston accent. “Most people call me Finney. It is my nickname. I am here for an investigative reason and I find you people quite fascinating. For me it is a calling, you could say.” Finney had a youthful grin or smile plastered on his face. He was excited to be here. The setting was perfect for his purpose. The people sitting at the table were perfect. He was in the moment and loved it. “To be honest, I am a writer. I graduated from Amherst not long ago and have journeyed out to Texas in order to see the West first hand. I want to learn what you know and experience it myself.” As a sidebar, Finny felt compelled to share a little history with his companions. “Did you all know that roughly thirty years ago, Texas was an independent country?” Finny looked at his cards; the five of clubs and the seven of diamonds. He threw them on the table, “Fold.”