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OOC: To help everyone, best bet when rolling would be to do it as such - <skill name here>:explode(1d<die size>,<largest die value>); explode(1d6,6)

That way, it'll separate the wild die and the actual skill die roll, and roll again if you get the top value. Just copy the bolded bit, replace the entire appropriate values and go. :)

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Jessie Mae


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Whilst Jessie seemed to be relaxing in the Caboose in fact she was focused on the senses of Karl, her Raven familiar who was sitting watching the engine in case anything went wrong. Not that could mention how she was doing it, she reckoned good god-fearing folk might not be too pleased to find a witch on their train, especially with what she'd heard about the Wichita Witches.

 

Still, everyone was nervous sensing something was wrong, something that you learned a witch was never to ignore the signs.

 

"By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes!" she mumbled dramatically loud enough for those nearby to hear.

 

A little drama didn't go a miss either, helping to sell the image and prevent trouble further down the line!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Sticking near to Ms. Coro and Ms. Mae rather than wondering off on her own Gwen found herself a comfortable spot in the caboose and tried not to let herself look as bored as she was starting to feel. The journey seemed exciting on the surface but after a while the riding in a train did start to become rather tiring and poor for keeping one's attention unless you happen to spot something good out a window.

 

"Do them folk really tend to bother trains out this way though," she wondered out loud upon hearing Ms. Coro and their employer's back and forth. Hearing Ms. Mae mumbling something nearby she looked up and gave the woman a confused look. Had she spotted something somewhere? Gwen turned her attention out the nearest window to look around out of curiosity.

 

 

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explode(1d4,4) 4,1
forgot the second die I guess
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"Mister Quinton, truth be told, I've felt bad about this whole trip.", Orrin shrugged just a little setting the coffee pot down having just freshened up his cup, "My teeth have been itching for last few hours."  A few steps put him over to the window where he could see the hills rolling past. Orrin tried to pry something out of the brush and dust that they passed. His cup rose and fell as he sipped down the dark, bitter brew. Glancing back toward the rest taking their rest there, Orrin lifted brow toward Jessie Mae, "Macbeth, now ma'am?" He shook his head a bit and with a growl he opened a window just enough to flick the last of his coffee out of it.

 

"How about we all check our irons, breath a bit easier, an' keep our eyes peeled."  Orrin took enough time to meet each of their eyes if that's what it took and he did thumb back the gate of the Colt that was smoothly in his hand. It dropped back into it's leather just as quickly.

 

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Mr. Maxwell Miracle
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With the burden of his oversized carry on safely stowed away in the relative safety of their caboose, Maxwell's first inclination is to remain by it's side. He's here as a physician, yes, there's no need for him to burden himself with trivial duties such as physical labor or scanning their surroundings, right? Though, that was never technically confirmed, he supposed. Best to at the very least put on airs. A few cursory trips up and down the length of the vessel, or at least that which they had access to, yes. That would be sufficient.

Of course, what amounted to rounds, at least in his eyes, was really little more than some awkward pacing in the express car, a handkerchief occasionally dabbing the sweat from his brow while he periodically checked his pocketwatch.

Still, surely a quick look out the windows couldn't harm him, no? After all, the conductor said he's not expecting trouble, right?

... Right?

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