Briallen's pistol blast takes down the druid who is facing Baru.
+1 Grit. 2 remain.
Briallen turns to face the first large druid (orange), "dammit. At least he'll be easier to hit now." She quickly reloads her pistol and fires, drawing on her grit yet again. The bullet slams in to the druid's chest but he still stands.
Briallen ducks as the staff comes at her head. Her hands work quickly to reload and fire at the druid before her. Her shot barely misses, still doing damage as it burns the druid's arm.
1 Grit used for UCP, 1 remains. Up Close and Deadly (Ex): At 1st level, when the pistolero hits a target with a one-handed firearm that is not making a scatter shot, she can spend 1 grit point to deal 1d6 points of extra damage on a hit. If she misses with the attack, she grazes the target, dealing half the extra damage anyway.
Briallen moves forward and gets her first look at the clearing, she hadn't realized how close the first druid was and dances past him to draw down on her target.
Round 1:
Move and attack Orange Pistol:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12 for Dmg:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2 with UCP:1d6 ⇒ 3 1 Grit used for Up Close & Personal. 2 remain.
Briallen, caught off guard, stumbles through the hedge, cutting her arms and legs on the thorns. She seems to focus on the blood spotting on her skin but may have blushed a bit before pulling her hand away. "Well that was unpleasant," she says, pausing briefly before indicating the hedge.
thorns:1d6 ⇒ 6Ouch! Escape Artist:1d20 + 4 ⇒ (12) + 4 = 16Forgot that part :)
Briallen raises an eye at Lukaas, "I see now why so many women are smitten with you. Be a dear and come over here for a minute." As Lukaas walks over she smiles brightly, laying a hand on his chest. "Now ... who is this Leoria?" And with that, Briallen pushes Lukaas through the hedge.
Briallen looks around for any other surprises lurking in the woods. Noticing nothing, she walks back to look at the alligator briefly. She says a soft prayer to herself before returning to the group.
Briallen hears Lukaas drop. The sound unnerves her but her bullet still slams in to the alligator. She steps to the side to try and gain some cover from the trees. "Are you ok Lukaas?" she calls out.
Rolls:
Attack with Up Close & Personal.
-2 Grit. 1 remain.
Pistol:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13 for Dmg:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (8) + 1 = 9 plus UCP:1d6 ⇒ 1
If Briallen is attacked, let me know before you post up :)
Upon seeing the arrows fired (last round), Briallen shoots at the alligator, focusing on damaging it no matter what. She scores a nice hit but is annoyed when it still stands. She reloads and fires again, hitting it in the leg. She yells to the man in the woods, "I warned you I'd shoot your little friend here. Now I'm going to make him in to a new holster!"
Round 1:
Readied Attack with Up Close & Personal.
-1 Grit. 2 remain.
Pistol:1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18 for Dmg:1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7 plus UCP:1d6 ⇒ 1
Briallen, glad for the distraction, bristles at the implications they're the ones to be attacked. She steps forward, readying her pistol and leveling it at the alligator.
"We are nothing of the sort, this is a temporary condition brought on by the hunt for the real lycanthropes! Stand down or I will shoot your friend here!"
Diplomacy:1d20 + 3 - 1 ⇒ (15) + 3 - 1 = 17 Readies an attack on the alligator if another arrow is fired.
Briallen begins to shake as they approach the river, "not again, not again, not again" she begins to mumble. She moves off to the side to look down the river, anxiety contorting her lupine features. Finally noticing the water is still, she regains a bit of her composure, but she continues to talk to herself quickly, "Ican'tfallagain. WhatifIdie? Ishouldn'tevenbehere. MaybeI'mabetterjumpernow. Ican'tfallagain. Norope?! Ican'tflyIcan'tswimI'mgoingtodie!"
Moving down river. Not sure which way that is or if it matters since the water is placid. She's talking in a low, quick voice; it's likely difficult to anyone to hear that's not right next to her.
ok at this rate I'll be retiring this character before he reaches level 2 that puts me down to 7 Cha don't I have to remove the character from play if I reach 0?
Briallen looks down at her hands as she addresses the group, "Is anyone else worried that our, ah, condition may worsen over night? Should we do watches in pairs just in case?"
Briallen's hand drops to her side, "glad I didn't need to use another gold, er bullet on him." She looks around at the square before walking over to sit on the edge of the fountain. "What's the plan now?" She looks down at the hair on her hands, "I'd really like to figure out what's going on sooner rather than later."
Briallen readies her weapon with regular bullets and calls out, "We were wondering if we could borrow some brown sugar!" She tries to recall anything particular about this farm as she turns to the team, "maybe I can be the carrot to your stick Gaeldrung."
As she runs the sword across her palm, Briallen jumps and cries out, "AHHHH." She lifts her hand quickly to her mouth and licks her palm, "gods be damned that hurt."
Briallen looks around at the rest of the group, "uhh maybe that was a stupid idea, I'm just going to walk over here for a few minutes." She walks about 15 feet back the way they came, talking softly to herself.
Talking to herself:
"What were you thinking Bria? This isn't a fairy tale, you're not a werewolf, scared of silver. She looks skyward, is it even a full moon tonight? She shakes her head, annoyed, And what if it HAD worked? You might have killed yourself. We need to be more careful.
Nothing on the perception? Would the same roll apply to moving backwards down the path?
Briallen looks at Lukaas and White Eagle, then down at her hands, "What just happened?" She flexes a bit, annoyed by the hard claws that now cap her fingers. That was unpleasant. I hope it doesn't affect my ability to shoot. She looks to Gaeldrung as he readies his ax, "easy there fella."
She looks around the area to see if there's any obvious demarcation before retrieving the sword they found at Falbins. She holds it gingerly, "here goes nothing," before gripping the blade tightly with one hand.
GM:
She's going to see what happens when she lightly cuts herself on the silver sword.
Perception on anything that might have triggered the change.
Perception:1d20 + 7 ⇒ (18) + 7 = 25
Briallen keeps one of the silver swords and the potion. She offers the rest to the team, "this bag looks rather interesting. And sticky! I wish I'd had one on my last adventure! Who has the best arm? I wonder if Elangomat would be able to drop it on someone if the need arose."
doubt it, Elangomat is size tiny with a 6 strength. (still only a level 1 shaman)
Gotcha - saw that it was 4 pounds so figured I'd suggest it"
Briallen keeps one of the silver swords and the potion. She offers the rest to the team, "this bag looks rather interesting. And sticky! I wish I'd had one on my last adventure! Who has the best arm? I wonder if Elangomat would be able to drop it on someone if the need arose."
Briallen smiles at the flower, "thank you." She walks over to man she shot and places it on his chest, seeming to pause for a quick prayer. Then she begins to search his pockets.
The man on the ground ignores Briallen. She swears softly to herself, mama told me I needed to be more assertive. She fires at the prone man, "I told you to stay down.
Briallen runs up and jumps the fence herself. Lending safely on the other side, she draws down on the prone thief and calls out, "stay on the ground, friend. I'd rather not waste the gold to shoot you, but I will if pressed."
Bria readies an attack against Red if he tries to get up (if he has swords) or attack (if he has a bow/crossbow and attacks from prone).
Briallen smiles, "thank you, sir. We'll be on our way soon." When Brackett leaves, she turns to the team, "I believe the markings might be of some use to us later." She transcribes the carvings and secures the copy in her bags, "thank you again for the help Lukaas. I am ready to return this to VC Brackett and leave if everyone else is."
