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Aleria had fallen in to a fitful sleep when they had been shown to the waiting place, her tiredness and the events of the day catching up with her all at once. She had lost herself for awhile, but came swimming back to consciousness when the knock came on the door.

She rose and stretched slowly, groaning. Armour was not meant for sleeping after all. She sighed before beginning to look over her gear. Her shots were down and she had no powder to replace them. She crossed the room to Lann and Iona.

"Excuse me for the interruption, but may I ask you a question? In looking to resupply I find myself without powder for my gun. If I was to need someone to speak to about the minerals found in the rocks here, who would I speak to?"

My apologies all, I have had an unexpected house guest for the last while and had no time to post. Getting posts up now. Thank you for your patience.

-Rob

"I've been worrying about that too..." Aleria nodded from where she sat, cleaning her gun and morningstar with a cloth. "What if it is all gone? What if we are all that is left? By the gods the Crusade..."

"Iona speaks for me too in this. If there's anything we can do to repay you we are more than happy to. Your people have shown us such kindness already. We are very grateful!"

"I only mentioned killing it if it was to attack us, not hunting it down..." Aleria looks taken aback and frowns at the mongrelmen.

"Wait... there is a plant creature that eats people in there...? What ahm... what if it attacks us? How do we kill it?"

"It costs us nothing to help good folk who are in need. We all should help each other!" Aleria smiled brightly at the mongrelmen.

Aid Another1d20 - 1 ⇒ (15) - 1 = 14

Aleria nods and steps forward, setting her shoulder against the boulder.

Aid1d20 + 1 ⇒ (19) + 1 = 20

Aleria holsters her weapon and moved forward, bowing to the group. "We are here to help!"

"No but we can question him here and decide his fate after we talk to him!"

Aleria walks over to the Dwarf and crouches beside him, before taking her dagger from her belt. She contemplates the man for a minute, before taking her blade and cutting a strip off of the bottom of his top, the whole way around his body. Rolling him on to his front took some effort but when she managed the task, she began to tie his wrists together behind his back, making sure he was tied tightly before rolling him on to his side.

"There, now he is tied up. Lets see what he has to say!"

I'm here.

"He is a mage, he may be able to use magic when he awakes. I don't trust it tightly myself. He should be tied up I think!"

"Choke on this!" Aleria grins as she levels the pistol on the Dwarf and pulls the trigger.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 221d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

Aleria clears her weapon and reloads with a sigh, gripping it tight and searching for the source of the dagger.

Aleria leveled her pistol on the creature and pulled the trigger, gritting her teeth and praying for an end.

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 61d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9

Damn it...

The pistol kicks violently and black smoke spits from the firing mechanism, covering Aleria in a thick soot and making her eyes water with the sting of acrid smoke.

"Not now..." She coughs and cries a little as she begins to try fix the pistol.

Quick Clear as a Standard action next round.

Aleria keeps her pistol level on the dark, chewing her lip and frowning. "Where in the bloody hell are you?!"

Readied Attack for any hostile creature that threatens allies or self.

Aleria draws he pistol and frowns, staring around ready for anything.

Readied Attack to shoot anything that threatens her or her allies.

Wait my 20 misses but Bakjis 16 Hits?

Aleria swings with all her might at the creature, praying to Irori to guide her strike.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 141d8 + 2 ⇒ (3) + 2 = 51d100 ⇒ 79

Aleria moves herself in to position across from the nearest creature and swings her Morningstar with all if her might.

1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 201d8 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

Aleria thought about this for a moment, before nodding and beginning to speak slowly, "I can understand that. If I was driven underground because I had been mutated, I would feel a little angry at those who still lived above. To never feel or see the sun again...?" She shuddered. "I can not imagine that!"

Aleria frowned at the loud obnoxious man before beginning to speak to Aravashnial. "Do you believe they are real? Should we be looking for them to help us out here Aravashnial?"

Aleria sighed, stretching slowly and cracking her neck. "Gods blessed be the Father of the Forge. May our steel be strong and our Armour sure!" She bowed her head and smiled as she felt the divine warm her to her toes.

"Let's roll out. We have to get to the surface and see where we stand!"

As Aleria feels her wounds knit back together, her weariness wash away, she smileD, bowing slightly to Iona. "Much obliged Iona."

As everyone breaks up to continue their preparations to make camp, Aleria approaches Avenia and nods politely to her. "You went toe to toe with that thing for the longest, that is damn impressive. Thank you for fighting even though you are injured." She frowned a little while she spoke. She always had trouble expressing herself at times like this. Being diplomatic was not her thing, she just tripped over her own tongue and said something stupid or insulting.

She chose to not let that happenow though and tried to end the conversation politely. "You should rest and I should take watch first. We can always speak later!"

Diplomacy-1d20 - 1 ⇒ (2) - 1 = 1

is what she was trying to say, when the words "You sleep here and I'll just make sure we are all safe." came tumbling out of her mouth in a sickly sweet, falsely cheerful tone. One that could almost be taken as mocking.

"Oh gods..." Her embarrassment managed for the day, she fled to the door or the Temple, ready to stand guard.

Mother f+#$ing 1?! Really?1 Haha Doomed to never have an NPC friend.

Aleria launched herself at the creature once more, stabbing wildly with her dagger.

1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 91d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Aleria darted forward with a small leap, aiming to drive the dagger down in to the skull of the walking Skulleton.

Flanking-1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 101d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

:-O I'm out. lol I don't carry sharp objects.

Aleria stands there confused for a moment before drawing her dagger and advancing slowly, teeth gritted, the dagger held in a reverse trip, her small Buckler held before her.

"GO BACK TO THE HILLS THAT SPAWNED YOU FIEND!"

Pistols are Bludgeoning and Piercing.

Aleria closes her eyes as the man asks and takes a deep breath, carefully listening to his words as they washed over her. She felt like maybe she did not gather all of the meaning he was imparting with them, and maybe they were just what they were at face value, but they calmed her. She began to visualize it, began to see what he was speaking and she began to relax, slowly, bit by bit.

When the sounds of combat broke out she swore and pivoted on the spot, eyes snapping open as she fanned out to the side, focusing on the creature and leveling her pistol on it, ready with a shot if it continued to attack Bakji.

Readied Action (Attack if the creature doesn't got down by the end of the others attacks)

1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 241d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Oh so close to a Crit chance.

"I will help you," Aleria offered, following the large Paladin towards the front door, checking her gear as she walked. "This fall has thrown me for a loop, it is distracting my mind, keeping me from focusing. I need to clear it. I need open skies and fresh air. I feel choked and like the walls are closing in..." She tapped her Morningstar against her boot, frowning slightly as she stared at her feet.

'Oh yes, admit that to him, that will make him take you seriously for sure Ali.'

Over worked. Under appreciated. Just downright under pressure but still here. Sorry again.

"Maybe, I mean Dwarves do like living under mountains and things, right?" Aleria pulled her pistol and followed suit, moving in to the room and making a slow path through the place.

Aleria unfroze, taking a deep shuddering breath as combat ended. She stood there panting for a moment, all color drained from her face. "I... I hate bugs. I'm sorry. I'll t-try to do better next time, I promise!"

She moved over beside Viktor, staring at the temple door. "I'd say go for it. We are damned down here anyway, right?"

And I return. In my new apartment and with internet at last. I understand the game has probably progressed too far but I wanted to just apologize and say I wish this hiatus had happened at a better time. Sorry again all.

Aleria steeled herself and stepped in to the fray once more, swinging her Morningstar with all her might, moving in to a flanking position if she is able.

+2 if Flanking1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 161d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Still no internet BUT they are sending a technician tomorrow morning. So finally back to normal soon.

Having taken her shot, Aleria moves up beside the Cleric, swinging her Morningstar with all of her might.

Morningstar-1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 101d8 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6

Aleria takes a deep calming breath, drawing her pistol with one hand and aiming it towards the creatures, keeping her aim steady as she waits for them to come to her.

Draw Pistol one handed. Ready Action to Attack the first creature that comes to within 20ft.

I'll second North

Aleria nodded sharply and moved to do as the man suggested, switching from her pistol to her Morningstar as she did. "Historically the Wedge formation was used to break enemy lines during pitched warfare. The men would wield polearms and Shields and advance upon the line using their weapons reach to dominate the fray. Historically..." Aleria swallowed nervously as she checked her Buckler.

"What happened above? How..."

Aleria keeps herself near the dead spider husk, making sure to keep her eyes on it at all times. She figured that with three other people running the show with the survivors, she could afford to focus outward for possible threats.

Aleria groaned slightly and began to back away. Though the Spider was dead, the moving around was not really a positive in her book. Keeping her eyes peeled on the mound, she crept backwards, towards the huge pile of metal with the metal door attached to his back.

"Greetings and may Erastil bless you brother. It appears we may have a situation, maybe. There is a large dead spider over here," She waves her Morningstar in the direction of the corpse. "Usually dead is dead. Well... except for when it is Undead of course. Anyway... while I was surveying the corpse I noticed some movement and noise coming from its direction. You look like you can handle yourself. And by that I mean it looks like anything attacking you would need a tin opener to get in to you first. I am less well armored but willing to go look, if you are also?" her speech was a little rushed at the end, her voice a little breathy either with excitement or fear, even she couldn't tell.

"Oh... and my name is Aleria, Aleria Ravell. A pleasure to meet you!"

Aleria choked back a sharp curse as the memory faded around the edges. She came to, her knuckles white on her now bare Pistol a single tear sliding down her cheek. "Why didn't you save yourself you stupid Dragon? We aren't bloody important enough to waste your magics on. You could have..." She gritted her teeth, drawing her Morningstar and keeping her Pistol bare as she advanced on the large, non human shape.

"What the hell are you...?"

Stealth-1d20 + 9 ⇒ (7) + 9 = 16

Aleria crept forward carefully, keeping her weapons drawn and ready.

Huh... we all are pretty passable in the health skill. Viktor has a +4, Iona a +6 and Bakji and Aleria both have a +8. We all need Heal Kits when we can get em.

Aleria stood slowly, brushing off the knees of her trousers and stretching slowly. "I am trained as a Healer also, I can help. Well... I could if someone has a Healer kit. I can cut my tunic down for bandages I guess?"

Aleria stood for a moment, squinting in to the darkness, searching for anything that could help them right now.

Perception-1d20 + 8 ⇒ (19) + 8 = 27

"I have no magic to my name sadly and no gear to create a torch..." She says distractedly, to answer the question about the lights.

Aleria let her head drop and she sighed. "I-I am sure you are right. That was not polite of me. I apologise. We are all in the same boat here." She looked up at Iona and inclined her head politely. "Thank you Iona."

As Iona and the unidentified stranger began to search through the people crying out in pain, Aleria crouched and began to go through her pockets slowly, taking a mental inventory of her supplies.

'Morningstar, dagger, pistol and kit. With a cloak and the Armor on my back... s*&@ I don't even have water. Or food!" As she thought this her stomach began to hurt slightly. She had skipped breakfast in anticipation of treats bought at the festival. A very dumb move it would seem.

When the man addressed her Aleria smiled and bowed her head to him slightly. "Forgive me then my friend. I spoke in haste. You are not meeting me on my finest day. So... I have a worry. I have no food and water and no gear. I don't suppose either of you are fresh to town with your travel packs still to hand...?"

Woops. Updated my post when I saw you guys but before Iona posted again. Sorry for confusion guys.

'What the fu..' Aleria coughed ruggedly, her throat burning, blood flecking on her lips. She lay there for what felt like an eternity, curled in to a small ball, her eyes clenched tight, trying, straining to pull in a deep breath, trying to call up her training and still her emotions.

"W-What was that? W-where are we?" Aleria sat up slowly, opening her eyes to darkness. She groaned loudly before beginning to run her hands over her arms and legs, checking twice for anything broken. When she found no odd angles or sore spots she moved on, reaching up to rub blood from over her eye.

"Light, please. We need light. Is anyone hurt? In the name of Irori where the hells are we?"

When light flooded the area, Aleria blinked away the darkness before pushing herself slowly to her feet. "Praise the gods we can at least see." She glanced warily at the other two who had spoken, the woman with the burning hand and the strange outsider. "Who are you? I hear you intone the name of Iomedae, Priestess, what is your name? And you stranger? How did you bring me here?!" She warily moved her hand near her chest, but clutched at the symbol of Irori rather than her Pistol as she addressed Bakji.

Bless your eyes Iona!

They do, especially with my GM posts! -Coughs nonchalantly-

Aleria sat cross legged atop of a stack of crates, her Morningstar lying cradled in her lap. She glanced around disinterestedly at the milling crowds, her head resting in her hand. She didn't particularly care for crowds or for people watching. The intricacies of the gathering weren't lost to her, but rather she did not have any interest in analysing them. She was excited for the festival but this waiting around she could do without.

As she sat atop the crates she idly traced her fingertips over the raised initials on the grip of the pistol strapped to her chest. The handle was polished and stained wood but it was beginning to show wear where her fingers marked it every day, over those two letters. She sighed and stared up at the sun above her head, squinting slightly, shaking her head to free her braid from the confines of her cloak.

"Isn't this thing ever going to start already?"

Yeah I am going to work on that slowly. It is a lot to get down so I am taking my time to do it correctly. It is coming however.

Aleria lived in a small Temple of Irori when she was younger but probably lives in one of the Crusader camps now.