Nazareth: In the Wild West

[Perturbulent]

The bar is calm. The woman who was shouting earlier has since slumped into a chair in the corner and is nodding off. A half hour passes, at which point Michael notices the deputy is gone.

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Micheal

Like all other times, the good deputy skips out on his promise to pay. Morale being this low, he never raised it to the others' attention. He was fine to give away the items free, tonight. But Micheal will go talk with the officer early tomorrow morning, when his hangover is setting in.

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Perception: (1d12)[4]

Luck: (1d20)[14]

[Perturbulent]

Luckily, the Doc' picks the tunnel well. He can hear the tunnel the noises are coming from, and follows it down a ways. There's a rope bound to a support beam, and it is taut with weight. He can hear the faint voice of the sheriff calling "Doc' you here?! Help pull us up if you can hear me."

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That'd be a strength check.

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"I'm here Sheriff, just hang on I'll get you out of there." Albert exclaims, grabbing the rope in both hands and bracing himself for a big pull.

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(1d12)[6]

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With the Doc's help, the sheriff comes rising up, his hand a little mangled from holding on with the rope wrapped 'round one-handed. His other arm is holding a middle-aged man over his shoulder. The man's leg is a bit bloodied, and it's facing a way that isn't normal. His arm hanging down looks as though it's bent in two. Off by about a 30% angle. There's pain on the man's face as the sheriff lays him down in front of the Doc. "Tell me, what can we do for him?"

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Here come your doctoring skills. maybe a bit of bedside manner too.

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"Hmpf, let me take a closer look and see Sheriff, step back please. At a glance, well, that arm and leg are in real trouble." Albert says cooly, kneeling down next to the man and examining him.

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Medical roll - (1d8)[3]

Bedside manner - (1d20)[17]

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I'll leave you the liberty of describing your awful bedside manner

The doc resets both bones, the leg with an awful twist, and begins to bind them with what he can. As he does so he also tells the sheriff to rub his arm to get the blood flowing back into his hand before continuing. The leg is wrapped up elaborately, and the arm is in a splint. (a makeshift stretcher is constructed.)
He should be all ready to carry out.

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Albert sets to work on the man, no sympathy present as he sets about sorting the arm and leg out. "Hmpf, you're very lucky my friend, any longer and you may have lost the use of your limbs." Albert states frankly, before turning his attention to the Sherrif.

"Now you, let me take a proper look at your arm. Come here." He orders, grabbing the man's arm without waiting for a reply and examining it.

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Medical roll - (1d8)[7]
Sorry for the long absence, it was my birthday over the weekend so I've been very busy.

[Perturbulent]

Feeling his arm, he asks "Can you move it?" The sheriff winces a little, but the hand moves. "Should be fine with time."

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These things happen

Meanwhile.
In the Rusty Saloon, the women who was wracking for vengeance before has since fallen completely asleep. She's been down for about an hour. Three guys who were playing poker have since started trying to chase a mouse around in this little corner, but have so far failed to catch it. They're rowdy, and there's cussing from time to time. Money's on the table, and presumably, the one who catches it gets the pot.

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perception time

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Perception:(1d12)[2]