[DL] When Errol Flynn goes bad... (minor spoilers for posse types) long

["Daphne Brunelle" <dbrune4@po-box.mcgill.ca>]

Howdy all!

I'm making a slight exception to my relatively recent rule of not revealing my
session write-ups until they've been edited and commented upon by my Marshal,
because this is too good not to share with y'all.

All posse types unacquainted with the workings of the Great Maze, you've been
warned.

SPOILER SPACE










In a very amusing and eventful session, The Posse With No Name encountered none
other than El Capitan Sangre, who requisitioned their maze runner and took them
prisoner. He then set about laying siege to Carver's Landing -and our Marshal
was disturbingly gleeful in setting about to destroy his own town. It was quite
chilling, really. In order for this naval sequence to be complete, our Marshal
decided to have a good old-fashioned duel between Capitan Sangre and one of the
posse members, and if the posse won, they would be set free. Now, of the entire
posse, only the Blessed NPC (Victoria's husband Alexandre) had Fightin':
cutlass, as a skill, and so the Marshal allowed me to roll for him, so that we
wouldn't have to watch the Marshal roll for two NPCs.

Here's what's going into the write-up:

"You are causing a great deal of trouble!" Capitan Sangre's voice wafted down to
them, and they could hear him still smiling as he uttered the words. "I am
trying to wage a siege, and you are hampering my efforts... pardon me -FIRE!-
You do realise I have many more soldiers?" Vicky refrained from pointing out
that that didn't seem to have helped them any to begin with. "I have a proposal
for you. A duel, mano a mano. Me against your best man!" Capitan Sangre called
down through the hatch. "Excuse me a moment -FIRE!" Without waiting for anyone
else to respond, Vicky shouted back: "That would be me!" Of course, that was met
with little enthusiasm, since Capitan Sangre wasn't about to fight a woman. As
it turned out, he was proposing a duel with cutlasses, not guns, and so it fell
to Alexandre to save the posse's kiesters. Capitan Sangre promised that, should
Alexandre win, the posse would be allowed to go free, although he pointedly
didn't say what would happen should Alexandre lose. Flashing yet another
brilliant smile at our heroes, Capitan Sangre laughed in that way only Errol
Flynn could manage: "Let the best man prevail!"

Once both men were stripped to the waist and were en guarde, Alexandre lunged at
Capitan Sangre with a fair bit of skill, but the captain parried his thrust with
ease and delivered him a glancing blow with the edge of his cutlass. He toyed
with Alexandre a bit, obviously more skilled with a cutlass than his opponent,
although Alexandre was giving him a run for his money. Alexandre faltered,
although his hesitation was due less to his injury than to the blinding glare
reflecting off of Capitan Sangre's brilliant smile. Sangre cut Alexandre along
his ribcage once more, and for a few moments the posse feared that something
truly unpleasant was about to happen to their Blessed friend, when suddenly
Capitan Sangre made a very unwise decision. Not that it wasn't studly and
impressive-looking, mind: it was just stupid to pull with a bunch of player
characters (especially when one of the players was rolling for Alexandre). In
what was essentially a glorified dodge, Capitan Sangre grabbed hold of the end
of a rope in the rigging of the ship (can't have a duel without rigging of some
sort) and used it to swing around over the water and back around to inflict more
misery on Alexandre. Unfortunately, prompted by another player, Alexandre leaped
forward with alacrity, using his sleeved card to slice through the rope and send
Capitan Sangre plunging ignominiously into the cold water below. Managing to
place his hands on his hips and look manly despite being soaked and humiliated
and in several hundred feet of water, Capitan Sangre was doubtless about to say
something glib when he was set upon by sharks.

Vicky turned to the rest of the crew, who were looking on in unadulterated
horror: "I guess the smarter man prevailed," she quipped, and then she and the
posse took advantage of the sailors' discomfiture to get the Hell away from
there.








Well, there you have it, folks. The creators of Capitan Sangre will doubtless be
pleased to hear that he was fished (literally) from the water afterward, and
although he will now be sporting a wooden leg and presumably a hook in place of
one hand, he has in fact survived the very unheroic dunking he received at the
hands of our posse, and will doubtless return meaner and more suave than ever.

Happy Trails, all!

Don't forget to check out our website, where the full events of Chapter 23 will
be recounted before long (I haven't actually finished writing it, I'm ashamed to
admit).

Daphné
--
The vote means nothing to women. We should be armed.
                    -Edna O'Brien

Check out The Posse With No Name's website at: http://pages.infinit.net/deadland/