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The doctor begins his lecturer voice"Alcohol is a poison, Albiet a week one, and one that is better at killing disease then it is at killing you, an adult's liver and kidneys can handle this poison in small to moderate doses, and can repair damage done to them by not drinking for a while, a child's body being both smaller and having less developed liver, kidneys and brain can't filter the alcohol properly, and risks stunted growth, brain damage or even organ failure, that being said, that's how it works for human children, your mind is astoundingly well developed for your size, your other organs might be likewise well developed, in which case your only issues would be your light weight makeing you a.. Well lightweight, and it potentially stunting your growth, in truth I don't know enough to say one way or another"

cal listens, then leaves without any extra words.

wow I typed the heck out of that last post"I'm pretty sure that's not how alcohol works.... Unless you're saying you're already addicted.. Bah, if you don't care, and he doesn't care I guess it's not my place to care,"

"Then tell me how it does work... And it's not like I drink much. Most of the time, it's becuase I took the wrong thing and drank it. Anyway... "

cal fisnishes eating, and heads for the caravan.
"Gotta make some more bombs."

"Mm. I donno. If so, then I'm already screwed anyway."

cal eats quickly and quietly, taking care not to look at mable for too long. Might spoil his appetite.

cal sits up and looks about, barely out of his trance.
"Mmm?"

cal pauses a moment at the voice, before determining it was probobly always like that. He looks about, wondring where he should sleep with a a yawn.

cal takes careful aim at the spider, and then fires with a loud crack.

1d20 + 8 ⇒ (6) + 8 = 14
1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

cal moves to miachel, casting a spell and touching him lightly.
+5 luck to your first attak attack roll for 10 rounds
1d100 ⇒ 81

cal chucks a bomb. It is a bomb.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15
2d6 ⇒ (5, 2) = 7

compilation post incoming.

call shudders at the snake. something that big could easily eat him, he thinks.
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14

cal nods, quite ready.

cal rolls his eyes.
"He was talking to miachel, who assumed all mages can throw fire. Tell the ink bird to go scout, or something."
cal is still grumpy.

cal fidgets Impatently.
"The spell he's talking about can be used to coat the ground, and functions a lot like grass seed."

"I guess."

"... Yeah."

"Uh... Maybe?"

"This can't be good..."
cal looks at the creature, but doesn't dare get close.

"It's just a turtle... I think you may have overre-"
cal almost falls over when the other creature arrives.
"What was that!?"
cal is almost panicked, as the creature is slightly bigger then even miachel.

"Yeah, yeah... I've got to make another bomb now."

" not just that... I mean, I did almost nothing the whole time, save burning you..."

"I... Don't know. It was just a quick thought. I guess I could have made a worse choice. It'll let me stay out of the way."

"Yes."

"I'm fine... I don't need the help."
you may notice his gun is long unjammed now! and he's just cleaning the barrel.

" yeah."

cal quietly hops up, still quietly cleaning his gun.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I guess."

cal just quietly wanders into the caravan! and starts cleaning out his gun.

"...."
cal thinks for a moment, then mutters softly.
"Flight."
he seems rather uncertain in his choice, but he asks nonetheless.

"Urgle.."
cal mutters.

cal gives up on the gun for now, and rushes over to miachel, before chanting something strange and touching miachel.
1d100 ⇒ 64
lucky hit- +5 to the first attack you make every round for the next 10 rounds.

cal seems rather afraid, but cycles around the creature anyway.
"Just gotta... Be careful."
he draws a bomb as he maneuvers! and throws it at the side of the creature (it's large, if used right, he can hit it without hitting miachel.
1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7
1d8 ⇒ 6
he misses! and manages to throw it rather close to the front of the scorpion... Exploding both miachel and the beast for splash damage.
miachel, take two splash damage... BTW. Ones. Suck.
"****! Miachel!"

"It's jammed, but I don't have time for that..."

cal takes aim from the back...
1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
and his gun makes an unfortunate "clack".
"Oohh... This is bad..."

cal isn't entirely with it yet! and just says
"I'm just with him."

it isn't terribly long until Cal's back on his feet.
"Jeez. I never wanna do that again..."

"Blech."
cal quickly stopped puking! but clearly doesn't wanna talk right yet.

cal is doubled over, vomiting.

cal blows a raspberry at drake.

cal falls flat on his face.

at this point, cal couldn't help but get pulled to the front, watching the forest go by.

"If you wanna deal with the fey again on the return trip.."

cal doesn't tend to look up from his work. Though, he hasn't worked with gunpowder since yesterday, so that's good for everyone here.

"Possibly becuase the grass is a lot harder to catch fire then you seem to think."
you aren't in a dense forest yet, and as such, there is grass everywhere.

"So... Uh, do we do anything about them?"

"Trust me, I don't want em' any bigger either... That is odd, though."

"Yeah, Probobly."
cal heads to look out the front.
"Well? What is it?"

"Oh, come on. This happens a lot. I mean, I squally do it where you can't hear it, but... I mean, I'm working with explosives. Things like this happen."

Cal's face is covered in black spots, along with some small burns.
"Uh.... No. Gunpowder mishap. Sorry. Miachel thinks we're getting close, though."
cal rifles through some old rags and wipes his face off around the burns, before healing the burns himself.
1d6 ⇒ 3
1d100 ⇒ 41

"Well, I'd think th-"
Cal yells again, Before a loud bang comes from the back, awakening the doc.
*keff*
"I'm ok!"
nothing was really damaged, fortunately.

]"isn't it sill two days from here? I mean, we turn off the trail here, but..."
cal yells out from the back, still not interrupting his work...

"Of course, you could change clothes when we get to the forest, so you would only need to wear them for a day."
cal says, picking up on miachel's disappointment.