Scene II: Horsehead Ranch

[Stormbringer]

Cadaver Kid clambers out of the hole in the well-shaft wall and attempts to catch the rope so he can climb back up to the surface.

Unfortunately, he slips, falls several yards, and crashes straight into the murky water below, in total darkness!

[Animalmother]

On hearing a cry followed by a splash, Cumflutter peers into the well.
"Are you in need of assistance, sir?"

[Sly Boots]

Oh lol... same deal with the windows but on the north wall. So the NE window essentially.

[Stormbringer]

Oh lol... same deal with the windows but on the north wall. So the NE window essentially.

Excellent.

So, meanwhile, while the chaos is unfolding in the well-shaft, Doctor Artham "Crusty Scrotum" Scotum prises open a window board with his knife and looks inside.



It looks like a bar. A bar in a state of chaos. Broken glass, smashed bottles, animal droppings, dusty tables with mouldering playing cards lain out. Above this, he smells a faint whiff of alcohol and hears some chatter going on in the room, close by, but from this angle he can't see anyone. The chatter seems to be a mixture of hysterical, drunken laughter and terrible jokes.

[Wrathbone]

On hearing a cry followed by a splash, Cumflutter peers into the well.
"Are you in need of assistance, sir?"

"DARN TOOTIN' - MUCH OBLIGED!" I call back up, between mouthfuls of corpsey water.

[Stormbringer]

Cumflutter will have to lower the bucket (by turning the crank-handle on the well) to allow Cadaver Kid to reach the rope.

Meanwhile, Cadaver Kid, on his hands and knees in the water, finds some loose objects under him...

[Wrathbone]

I'll make a grab for them.

[Stormbringer]

Though it is too dark to see, you know what these are by familiar touch. You splash about, greedily trying to collect them all from under the water.

Forty five silver coins!

[Wrathbone]

I squeal like an excited hog. When (if) I finally get back to the surface, I'll give Cumflutter $25 as recompense for his assistance.

[Stormbringer]

It is then that you hear an uncomfortable sound in the water behind you...

The distinctive and unmistakable growl of a crocodile.

[Wrathbone]

What?! Oh god!

I fire wildly at it.

[Animalmother]

I first hear joyful hooting and splashing, shortly followed by screaming and shooting. I rapidly lower the bucket into the well and see the rope go taut, then with great effort, wind the handle to raise it.
"Sir, will you cease your confounded gyrating! You are taxing both my physical fortitude and patience!"

[Wrathbone]

"There's a - <BANG> - gawd-danged, ankle-bitin' - <BANG> - CROCODILE down here! Git me outta here!"

I assume I'm partially deaf from repeated gunfire inside a well.

[Stormbringer]

All right, Cadaver Kid, seeing as it's pitch black in here I'm gonna have you make a SLICK test (d20+1) to hit the darned thing!

[Wrathbone]

4 + 1 = 5