GM: Aeon
Players: Aeon, Critter, DrStrange, Hardy, Whiskeyslim, Annie, cameo by Fandango
Synopsis: Gang warfare in Tir Llewn
Date: May 11, 2070
It's quiet in Tir Llewn today. You know, in between the gun fire.
Orktown has decided their northern neighbors have stunk up the place enough
and have sent in their biker boyz to do a shock and awe on them, not realizing
the tough resistance they would encounter. So, fearing a stalemate, both sides
have called in favors, hired people, anything they can manage to tip the
scales in their favor. Whether you're hired here, just hate one side or the
other, or happen to be a bystander caught up in the melee, time to fight for
your life, chummer!
Aeon, the gnomish shaman seems to be the second choice there. She
has no particular fondness for the orktown gangs (they're a gang, after all,
and that means they're not a Loonie) but rather respect for their toughness.
Rather, she just gets sick of the better-than-you nature loving attitude
stereotyped by Elves, and has decided to grab a little glory for the Loonies
as she rides in wearing an orange longcoat instead of the usual black, and
face caked with thick white and orange makeup to make her look like a slightly
psychotic, miniature clown. She's currently roaring around on an orange and
white racing bike as well, more or less firing her SMG at random at anyone
with pointy ears, while she laughs
like a maniac."
«OOC» Aeon says, "also run-on sentence but screw it."
As a troll modified Harley roars past the alley, Critter looks out
of it. She places her hands on the wall and a few other bikes buzz by. She
steps out of the alley and looks around before rushing over to stand behind an
Americar. She adjusts her backpack up on her shoulders as she says, "Oh boy."
Doctor Strange has been sitting around the nearby bar, as he has been
chewing over his meal minding his own business. Being that it is a quiet day
in Tir Llewn the elf mage thought it would be nice to settle into a table for
the afternoon. Not knowing that soon this neighborhood would be certainly less
than peaceful. He's obviously not part of the Elven gangers as he's dressed in
preppy attire of a polo shirt, jeans, and a pair of flip-flops. When the
Doctor finishes his meal and exits the bar he gets an eye full of Aeon.
Gasping in shock he braces himself for any needed combat, though being an
innocent elven patron he seems a bit less inclined to engage anyone directly,
at least not yet.
Aeon seems to figure out that while zooming around on a fast bike is
shocking to those on foot, it also makes her a big target, just like the other
orktown gangers. Once the shock factor wears off, the opposition which is now
in cover starts aiming to pick off the bike-riding people. Aeon zooms over to
a convenient alley where Critter just jumped out of. "Hoi!" She calls to the
even smaller woman "Critter, zat you?" She asks, again firing randomly as she
joins her behind that car "The frag're you doin' here, this ain't no place for
you." She reloads the SMG and peeks around the bumper of the Americar in case
anyone decides to approach.
<Plot» Critter says, "6 spell defense on me, 6 spell defense on Aeon."
«Plot» Critter says, "Sorry, 3 and 3."
"I go where Raccoon says," says Critter over the sound of machinegun
fire. She looks to the bike and she asks Aeon, "Got room for me on there?" She
scratches her head and she smiles at the Loonie, "I got us protected." Looking
around she says, "Maybe I should get a spirit to help us too."
The Doctor hears shots being fired and immediate ducks for cover.
Find shelter behind a nearby automobile pleasently placed outside the bar he's
just exited. He looks around seeming to be gauging his options. "* * *
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *" Grumbles as he
searches for a way not to get killed by on coming Orks. "* * * * *
* * * *" (Sperethiel)
Aeon grins "Raccoons get eatn' by Pumas." She explains "Hoi, who
needs help? This drek is FUN." She tosses a Chaotic World spell at a group of
elves, just to see how they react.
A few orks on motorcycles drive /very/ close and very fast past Strange,
laughing at him "Nice shorts!" one of them calls
«Plot» Critter says, "Summoning a force 4 City Spirit.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Sorcery (Illusion) + Sorcery Pool: 4
for "Chaotic World!":
2 2 4 5 5 8 9 10 11 11
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 2 vs TN 2
for "Resisting 2D Drain":
1 1 1 1 2 5 5 5 14 = 5 Successes
«Plot» Aeon says, "Uhoh! light drain on that"
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Conjuring + 2 (Totem Bonus) vs TN
5 for "Summoning Force 4 City Spirit":
1 2 2 3 3 5 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Charisma vs TN 4 for "4M Drain!":
1 2 3 4 9 11 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Charisma - 3 vs TN 4 for "4M Drain! KP 1/?":
1 4 4 = 2 Successes
Holding up her hands, Critter says, "Come to me spirit of the city.
I need your help." The shadow image of Raccoon's mask covers the little
gnome's features as a spectral tail extends to rest on the ground. With
claw-like hands she begins to draw them closer to her chest. A whirl of trash
whirls around she and Aeon as she says, "Yes, that's how Raccoon helps Puma
survive."
Looking as the orks pass and yell, Doctor Strange gets a bit nervous.
"Oh this is not good!" He attempts to scoot from where he is positioned
towards the direction away from most of the action. "Alright, stay calm… you
can do this…" He pushes his body against another nearby car readying himself
for a spell it seems.
A particularly large (that is, heavy) troll takes one to many
high-caliber rounds to the chest and flops on the hood of the car where
Strange is cowering. At least the elves seem to be behind him, they're not
exactly taking care not to hit him, as the occasional stray bullet thuds into
his side of the car.
Aeon smirks "Yer usefuller than ya look, chica." She pats her companion on
the shoulder, narrowly ducking out of the way as another biker mistakes her
for an elf, swinging what looks like a bike chain at her. "HOI, WATCH WHERE
YER FLAILIN'!" She yells at him as she ducks under it (Not very hard) Then
back to the Raccoon shaman "Well, good ta see ya. Try not t' get shot at,
scan?" She runs out of cover as fast as her little legs can carry her, heading
for the nearest Elf firing out of cover from a building on the east side of
the street.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Submachine Guns + Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 7 for "DIEDIEDIE (Partial cover+4, laser
sight-1, attacker running+4)":
3 4 5 5 5 5 28 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls 4 vs TN 6 for "Random punter getting shot with 10S":
3 3 7 8 = 2 Successes
«Plot» Aeon says, "Random punter takes a moderate :)"
Keeping behind the Americar, Critter says, "Yeah, okay," just as Aeon takes
off running. She turns to her left and she says, "Please hide my friend and I.
Keep us from the view of those who might want ta hurt us." She looks
thoughtful as she reaches into her jacket and pulls a dwarf sized Colt
Manhunter.
«Plot» Critter says, "Concealment on Aeon and Critter from the spirit."
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» DrStrange (#8852) rolls Sorcery vs TN 4 for "Casting an
Improved Invisibility spell upon himself to
vanish from sight.":
1 1 3 3 10 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» DrStrange (#8852) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "Resist Drain?":
2 4 5 7 7 8 = 5 Successes
The Doctor hears the thud of the shot ganger onto the nearby hood and
winces out of the way. "God damn it!" He instantly throws his hands up
defensively calling upon his inner magical power. He compels himself to go
invisible to more clearly hide from the orks that might be hunting him. He
scrambles out from his hiding place, attempting to proceed into a nearby ally
where he might further assess the scene.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls 3 vs TN 10 for "Threshold 1 for spotting Doc":
4 4 5 = 0 Successes
As Critter makes her way across the street, a round garbage can
bounds across at the same pace, as if blown by the wind. She keeps the pace
and a cardboard box blows past the can once it stops. The city keeps the
little gnome concealed as she darts towards cover. The tiny pistol gripped
firmly in her hands as she huffs-puffs her way towards a large metal dumpster.
«Plot» Aeon says, "Doctor, please roll Intelligence for a perception roll?"
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» DrStrange (#8852) rolls Intelligence:
1 1 1 2 11
«Plot» Aeon says, "That doesn't look like a good alley to hide in. There's a troll taking up most of the space. He's not returning fire at the moment for some reason, which is why you didn't spot him
before."
Aeon is similarly covered, and feels the cool breeze of a spirit's
concealment power wash over her. She gives Critter a thumbs up and watches the
chaotic scene for a while longer.
Annie strolls down the road, heading generally in the direction of the
Twilight bar. She is a bit lost in her own world for the most part, but the
ongoing gang activity does manage to snap her out of it before she hits the
center of things.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» DrStrange (#8852) rolls Sorcery + 5 for "Sorcery plus Spell Pool":
1 1 2 2 3 4 5 7 10 28
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» DrStrange (#8852) rolls Willpower for "Resist…":
1 2 3 4 5 8
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Intelligence:
2 3 3 4 16
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Intelligence for "Looking out!":
2 3 4 5 5 5
«OOC» Annie says, "Best way to learn is by doing. Immersion :)"
Seems like alleys everywhere aren't very safe in this district.
Either an ork and an elf are having some rough man-love in this alley next to
the dumpster, or they're engaged in a fistfight. Either way it's kind of
gross.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls 3 for "Man love notices us?":
1 2 3
The pair don't even notice and continue their scuffle
Stopping mid-stride right before hitting into a the troll, Doc gasps
as he looks upon the creature before him. Being that he's normally not one for
killing he throws out his hands to attempt a stunball spell upon the troll. If
it succeeds he hides within the ally, if not? Well he runs the other way
before he makes the troll more angry.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls 5 + Sorcery Pool: 5 vs TN 5 for "Troll in the alley near Doctor's resist.":
1 2 3 4 5 5 10 10 10 11 = 6 Successes
The wimpy stunbolt sort of…fizzles. "Oi, mate." The troll
announces in a cockney accent. "Gitcher own place ter hide." He swings a meaty
fist directly at the elven doctor's face…
Yes, despite the fact Doc's invisible.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls 4 + Combat Pool: 2 vs TN 4 for
"Punching the hell out of Dr.":
1 1 2 2 5 5 = 2 Successes
Tir Llewn is still a warzone. There's orks on motorcycles riding
around, either shooting with some fairly crappy looking pistols, or trying to
bash elves with sticks and chains, while the elves seem to have some bigger
weapons. Neither side seems to be winning, though. Someone with a rifle seems
to have taken a potshot at Annie, as a heavy caliber round whizzes past her
ear.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» DrStrange (#8852) rolls Karate + 4 vs TN 5 for "Evade the punch?":
3 3 3 5 5 5 5 7 = 5 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls 10 vs TN 2 for "Troll resists your PUNY HUMAN PUNCHES?":
1 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 5 5 = 9 Successes
The throaty roar of a troll-modded Harley growls into the mayhem from
the direction of the Warzone. Hardy frowns and kicks the Harley into a loud
and screeching turn, trying to bring attention to himself. He hops off his
bike and hops on top of the hood of a burnt out vehicle, shouting at the Orcs
and other invaders…"Whut de frag joo doin? Go home you drek'eads…dis ain
'elpin at all…." He doesnt have any weapons in his hands but his usual black
hockey bag is hanging from the prefab hooks on his Harley just a step or two
away.
Annie senses the incoming rifle round, moving her head just enough to the side
for the round to bypass her harmlessly. She frowns slightly and turns to begin
a visual search for the sniper. That sort of thing is not only rude, but
downright unsociable.
Fandango Skulks through the area, he doesn't seem to be on either side of this
particular scuffle for now, although the way he moves through the street does
seem to indicate he's not here on pleasure.
When the troll attempts to punch Doc in the face he counterattacks
sweeping his hand in the air using his known karate moves to push the hand
away. Though it does absolutely no damage when executed. When Doc is free to
move once again, he scampers off away from the erupting mass of people. He's
an innocent elf patron in the district afterall, so engaging in direct combat
isn't on the top of his list this afternoon.
And get attention Hardy does! The large (even for a troll) man draws
the ire of about a half dozen SMG wielding elves. He is, however, mostly
invincible and whatever light-caliber rounds hit him just bounce off
harmlessly. An elf on a stolen troll-modded bike wrecks messilly right in
front of Fandango, treating him to a shower of blood. Eeeew.
Reaching the dumpster, Critter looks over, a swirl of trash blows
around her hiding her from view. She peers up at Hardy and she says, "Oh boy,
Mr. Hardy." She draws in a breath and extends her arms towards him, fingers
wiggling.
The cockney troll yells "Wut the frag was that, ay?" and chuckles as
Doctor scampers away, continuing to toss spells at the various combatants.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Hardy (#4993) rolls Intimidation for "Hey LOOK IM A TROLL! QUIT FIGHTING. Heh.":
1
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Hardy (#4993) rolls Intimidation for "Hey LOOK IM A TROLL! QUIT FIGHTING. Heh. KP: 1/7":
11
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Combat Pool: 4 vs TN 4 for "The hell?":
1 1 4 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Sorcery - 1 (Totem Drawback) vs TN 4 for "Stunbolting an Elf 5D Stun":
2 3 4 5 7 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Body vs TN 5 for "Squashed?!":
3 3 4 5 = 1 Success
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Willpower vs TN 2 for "Resisting 2D!":
3 3 4 4 5 5 5 = 7 Successes
Hardy continues to try to play peace keeper, shouting at the Orks as
they ride by. "Cut da drek joo fraggers an go back to joo turf, dis ain joo
place…" One of the orcs turns and laughs at Hardy, swinging a machete at the
troll. Hardy reaches out and grabs the orcs arm, yanking him backwards and off
the bike he was trying to ride by on. He takes the machete from the orc and
plants it in the ground beside the burtn out car he was standing on. "Joo
fraggers…frag dis…." Hardy takes a step adn puts his shoulder to the rear
bumper of the burtn out car, moving it he places it in the street, blocking it
partially. Maybe he can limit the mayhem a little, at least contain it
somewhat..
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Pyre (#7348) rolls Sorcery + Sorcery Pool: 5 vs TN 4 for "Let's toss a fireball at a few orks on foot shall we? +1TN due to BG count, force 6 Serious.":
1 2 2 4 4 4 5 8 10 10 11 = 8 Successes
Someone seems to have taken care of one of those elven snipers, as a
very bloody and chromed man falls into the alley where Critter and Aeon are.
Aeon sort of steps out of the way but still gets partially flattened. "OW!"
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Pyre (#7348) rolls Willpower vs TN 4 for "Ok, lets soak the S stun…":
2 3 4 4 5 9 = 4 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Pyre (#7348) rolls Willpower - 4 vs TN 4 for "Kp1/5":
5 7 = 2 Successes
An elf has managed to knock down an ork. The tusker lays dazed on
the ground as the elf lifts a large cinderblock ready to crush the ork's
skull. Critter says, "Uh, oh," and she points in that direction. The mask of
Raccoon clouds her features. She chitters angrily and through the astral a
spell grounds itself in the elf's aura. The pixie falls flat on the ground,
the cinderblock on the ground and shatters.
Looking over at Hardy shaking his head, Doc seems unphased by the man
demanding to be listened to about stopping fighting. "Well aren't you just the
worst troll intimidator of this whole crowd." He then ducks between to closely
parked cars in the street, crouching in his still active improved invisibility
spell. "Hey, looks like they're doing pretty well for themselves if I had to
say the least…"
Hardy growls and grabs the closest combatant near him, in this case,
an elf that tried to do some kinda hadouken kick on him. The elf flies through
the air and the troll and connects with his shoulder. Hardy turns and grabs
the elfs ankle and twists, bringing a yelp of surprise from the slim ganger.
Hardy keeps a hold of the elf's ankle and spinning like an olympic track and
field athlete, he tosses the elf at a duo of ork gangers on bikes roaring down
the street with a chain between them. The elf screams as his ankle dislocates,
and then a meaty 'thunk' stops his scream short as he strikes the two orcs,
causing the bikes to swerve and crash into the car Hardy pushed into the
street.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls 5 vs TN 7 for " How many gangers get beaten up by Hardy?":
2 4 4 4 4 = 0 Successes
WhiskeySlim ducks out of an alley and grabs a downed ork and drags then back
into the alley noticing that this seems to be another one of those times where
coyote has drug him into something that he does not really want to be involved
in "what dem doin' Coyote dis no time to take naps" looking around to see who
all is involved he starts draging the orc to safty.
Picking up the sniper rifle, Critter says, "Hey look Aeon,"
excitedly. She doesn't notice the other gnome was almost flattened under
falling elf. She looks over the weapon and tries to hold it, but the weapon is
too big for her tiny hands. "Rats," she mutters and pulls the clip out,
tossing away the gun.
Annie does a quick mental trackback via her anti-sniper spell, utilizing a bit
of basic geometry in an attempt to pick the most likely sniping position along
that trajectory. Her goggle optics whirr as they calculate the range and
overlay the blast area with a soft reddish glow on her HUD. She scowls
slightly and gestures with her fingers as if flicking water from her
fingertips. Water droplets materialize around her hands, forming a hovering
mist which promptly rushes away from the slender elf with a growing *whoosh*
noise. The mist finally congeals to a centerpoint over one of the distant
buildings and explodes outward in a wave of roiling water that sloshes over
the building with a deafening roar. The people that made that rooftop their
home are slammed senselessly down by the wave, a ghilly suited elf however is
washed over the edge and falls three stories to the ground below. "I'm an elf
you idjit", she mutters to the fallen sniper as she turns and continues her
way toward the Twilight.
<Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Hardy (#4993) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 1 for "Shooting gas tank idea…Cmon Holy West!":
1 1 3 4 5
«OOC» Hardy says, "KPs"
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Hardy (#4993) rolls Pistols + Combat Pool: 1 for "Shooting gas tank idea…Cmon Holy West! KP 2/7":
1 3 4 11 11
A few other elf gangers take a few mistaken shots at the doctor, but
most of the attention seems to be concentrated onto Hardy, and who wouldn't?
Critter seems intent on stopping the violence without adding to it, and Aeon
is just running around creating more chaos. Whiskey is apparently playing
medic or at least keeping wounded people from getting more-wounded. Annie is
just plain being cool.
Getting himself out of harms way, Doctor Strange slips out of the
street and runs out of the neighborhood. He's got no ties with the local elven
gangers and being slightly caught off guard along with inexperienced in actual
gang warfare, he runs off to safety to live another day.
Aeon grins at the large rifle "Aw, man, that'd be wiz t' pop some
chums with. Too bad, eh?" She chuckles and casts another spell
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Sorcery (Illusion) + Sorcery Pool: 3 + 2 for "Trid Phantasm f2":
1 1 2 3 3 4 4 5 5 7 11
Hardy roars, flexing his arms at the sky before he closes on the
gangers on the ground. He back hands the one ork thats still conscious after
the crash and grabs his bike. Hardy picks up the bike and throws it at another
ork biker who is roaring by. The bike slams into the orc's bike and both start
to go down.
Looking like something out of an action trid, Hardy quickdraws his
Predator III and fires a shot into the gas tank of the bike he just threw.
BOOOOM!!!!!!!
The two bikes and orc go up like christmas in july, fire and smoke
erupting in the melee as the troll blows the smoke off the end of his pistol.
He grins and spins the pistol on his index finger in the trigger guard before
replacing it in shoulder leather. "Mebee nex time joo listen to ole 'Ardy eh?"
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Aeon (#9496) rolls Willpower + Sorcery Pool: 3 vs TN 3 for "Soaking D":
1 2 2 3 3 3 3 4 4 8 = 7 Successes
Aeon must also be getting tired from all her continuous casting and
people falling on her and stuff. The image of her gang symbol - a
sharp-toothed clown's face - appears in midair in the battlefield
WhiskeySlim looks around to see what he notices, seeing Hardy out in the
middle of the fray he quickly checks the ganger to make sure he will live for
a while longer and from the moaning decides that he will probably live long
enough to come back for later. Standing up he yells over to Hardy "'ey 'ardy
whacha takin' a walk in park to day, ju need some 'elp out der or you jus'
'avin' funs throwin' tuff?"
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Fandango (#9390) rolls Willpower + 2 (Drain Bonus) vs TN 4 for "Soaking Tattoo Activation":
1 2 2 4 5 5 = 3 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Fandango (#9390) rolls Willpower + 2 (Drain Bonus) - 3 (Successes) vs TN 4 for "Soaking Tattoo
Activation KP1/11":
4 10 13 = 3 Successes
Fandango emerges from the alleyway where that crash had happened. The tattoo
running along his neck and down onto his back glows briefly. Blades pop out of
the sides of his hands as he walks towards the melee.
"Oh that's good, but watch this," says Critter. She watches an ork
race by on a bike, a lance tucked under his arms. She tracks him and then she
extends her fingers like she is holding the strings of a puppet. The fingers
bounce and dance as the shadow image of Raccoon washes over her face. The long
ring tail swishes behind her, the ghostly touch of her totem extends out
towards the ork lancer.
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Sorcery + 2 (Totem Bonus) vs TN 5 for "Force 4 Control Actions":
1 2 3 3 3 4 5 5 = 2 Successes
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» Critter (#10251) rolls Willpower vs TN 3 for "3M Drain!":
2 2 3 3 4 5 5 = 5 Successes
The ork shakes his head, resisting the spell Critter tried to impose
upon him. The bike wavers for a moment but it doesn't stop. The little gnome
says, "Well nuts," sounding disappointed. She tucks the ammunition into her
bag and she grabs Aeon by the arm, "Let's run," she encourages. With that, she
makes her way down the alley to escape the chaos.
Hardy laughs loudly, and looks at Whiskeyslim grinning in the mayhem.
"Jeah chumma jus a walk in da park eh.." He laughs again and wanders reaches
out, snagging the collar of an elf that was trying to ride off on his bike.
"Dat bike too big fer joo dandy, let me 'elp joo off.."
Yanking his arm back, the troll pulls the elf off his bike and tosses
him towards his car barracade like a ragdoll. "Opps…" He grinds out before
throwing a leg over his bike and roaring the engine to life.
Looking back towards Orktown, he is just in time to see a small group
of Demo Boyz rolling cautiously towards the fracas. Waving his arm to them and
shaking his head in the negative, Hardy rolls the troll-modded Harley back
towards Orktown, his gang brothers pulling in beside him and starting to
shower him with questions as bullets riccochet off the pavement.
WhiskeySlim continues going through the bodies of the injured hitting the
worst of the injuries with heal spells to make sure that they will live to see
another day, "coyote ju grab dat ones leg an' 'elp me move him" seeing Hardy
take off towards Ork town he looks around cautiously to see if there is any
more danger or if the fight is pretty much over. When he finds a dead ganger
he drags them to the side looks through there pockets for any identification
or anything else useful then says a sioux prayer over the fallen
warriors "Coyote ju watch over dem while der spirits take to da sky, cause ju
can never take da sky away from dem"
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» WhiskeySlim (#6879) rolls Sorcery for "cast heals":
2 2 2 3 3 4
«Auto-Judge[Aeon]» WhiskeySlim (#6879) rolls Willpower + 5 for "soak heals":
1 1 1 1 1 2 3 3 4 5 10
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