Hello everyone,
Unfortunately, life has taken a sudden turn for me and RL requires my direct attention. I do apologize for leaving amidst combat but it cannot be helped. Feel free to bot me as needed. I wish you all the best, take care.
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Dario heads a little further south of the big group, ready to see off Yasami when she sets the barrel aflame. A grim smile spreads across his face as he readjusts his glasses once more, blue eyes taking in sights of the enemy and the flying bat-man in the tree. He stays low as he approaches closer now, ready to begin firing off metal death once more.
Sounds good to me, Caiten. I'm for it.
I am fine with whatever folks want to do, I'm kind of at the point of just wanting to do it. Tell me where you want me and I'll be there. <3
Alrighty, I'm super late about this but I'll give the best bullet points I can for Dario's story so far.
If there is anything I'm missing, just ask and I'll happily tell and add. I'll get botting instructions up tomorrow after donating plasma and schoolwork <3
"I can start the fireworks, take a wide berth around the camp and approach from the bottom of it, south of the ensemble there. With this scope, I got a pretty good reach and with this chamber, I can fire one shot of pure flame. Moisture won't matter that much, not with magic involved." Dario offered after Yasami returned. "If I get a tiny bit closer, I can take a shot at that sabosan if we're worried it'll join the fray too. What do you all think?"
I will make up Botting instructions as soon as I can; being sick all week means my school work has been backed up too. I'll post again when I have it ready.
Thank you for taking over Voomer! I got a bad headache today but I'll get a rundown of Dario soon enough. If you want to get his backstory, appearance, personality, and such, it is in my profile here at the bottom underneath spoilers. Thank you again!
Hey there Voomer! Thanks for stopping in and checking in on us here. Caiten and Catalina have already covered it slightly with their questions; we are a odd mixture and are big fans of our in-depth roleplays. None of us are expecting you to be like Fern was and I would rather see your own twists and turns upon the narrative and see what you could build upon what is already there. This has been my diamond in the rough when it comes to play by post; I've never had so many players stick around so long for a game and I am truly excited to see how far we can go with it. I know that life will slow things down, even pause it, but I'd love to see if we could go the incredible distance and actually finish a 1-20 campaign with in-depth characters. Lisi has been a great player and if you have his support, you have mine for taking over. I do not believe that he would lead us wrong. I think the only think I ask is that Fern really had a knack for being on the side of the players. I know a lot of DMs say that they are and truly, they are, but she was especially good at it. Letting us get away with flavor, thinking outside of the box, and letting us be Big Damn Heroes and look cool while we do it. I want that style to still exist in this game; we're facing world-ending challenges but, while we are a mish-mash of people, we are the best ones for the job. I'd also like to know your feelings on the citadel portion of the AP. I know that the story kind of lets it fall behind after a bit but Fern seemed focused on letting it be a really cool part of the story and I'd love to have things going on around it.
I will stay around if folks are around and if we can find another DM. I do not think we'll find another one capable of what Fern was able to create and that is a loss I'll be feeling for awhile. If we can find a new DM, Dario's guns are loaded.
"My favorite drink?" Dario said with a chuckle, scratching at his chin. Even at night, the humidity of the jungle stuck to him and left a sheen that the faint light that remained glinted off of. Sure that his weapons were clean and maintained, he fetched the string, leather, and needle to patch his clothing and reinforce the parts that were slowly falling apart. It wasn't as nearly as focused of a task though, able to hold conversation easily during it. "You'd be wrong actually. It is the most common drink but I myself am a fan of cacti fruit. There is this fruit, the prickly pear, that grows on them. You ferment it and in Alkenstar, there is the Oilroad Distillery. They distill it into a beautiful, clear drink. Mix it with cactus fruit juice? Delicious." Dario murmurs, thinking fondly of the cool drink mixed with the wonderful burn that would spread through his very being. "The clan weren't that appreciative of it at first but I got them warmed up to it." Dario said with an amused grin, his mind returning to the drunken stupor as they all 'tested' its potency. "How about yourself? I'm not one of Torag's children but I have a soul of rock just like them. I need to know how to make your drink."
"We'll fight smarter, stronger, fiercer. We'll make them pay for every inch they try to take." Dario offers to Caiten, smiling at his android friend. "You've made us as ready as we can be. We'll take it from here, yeah?" He grins at Cev's words, lifting up his wooden bracelet. He gives each a quick kiss, whispering a small prayer in Dwarven over the symbol. "Bit' goryacho, bey tochno, bey pervym."
Dwarven:
"Strike hot, strike true, strike first." As they approach the encampment, Dario hands over the bag of holding that contains the explosive barrels and moves to an overwatch position ready to lay down gunfire as needed and support the fall back to the appointed rendevouz spot where they will fight.
With the plan under discussion, Dario offers the best explanations and practices to detonate the barrels. He has his magic item that will temporarily change his ammunition into something fiery but anything electrical or fiery would set the barrels to explode as well.
As the sunlight began to fade, Dario began the arduous process of cleaning his firearm. The jungle was hell on the oil, grime and dirty collecting quickly upon the weapon. He barely registers someone standing beside him as he moves through his practiced motions, his eyes only lifting up from his work to stare up at the tall angelkin woman before him. Dario grunts in agreement, nodding to the side of the log he was sitting on. The leather canvas was spread out, protecting the gun parts from the moisture of the earth. He would offer what little tips he had that she had not already had, nodding in approval at her technique. She could tell that there were some things she did that irked him but it was more the tradition of the dwarves that he had been raised with rather than anything else. He kept his consul to himself, only helping if she missed something clearly. Turning his eyes towards Yasami when she comes over, he looked around the camp. "I'll find a volunteer to go with you. Maybe one of the big boys, eh?"
"Sounds like we have a plan then. We'll get some rest, get to it tomorrow, and kill a fiend or two. Can't wait." Dario says, starting to unpack his backpack to setup their cold camp. "Normal watches everyone. No fire. Cuddle up if you need to."
"Wait...didn't Voz's notes mentions something about the Scarlet Triad? They were supporting her financially right? As long as she got those damn portals working?" Dario says after taking a moment to recollect on their information.
Big fights take a lot of planning, doesn't help that college is eating up my time too.
"If we can predict where the enemy will likely come from, I can rig the explosives and try to cover them. It'll take a spark or a shot to blow them up but we can put it where the enemy likely will take cover." Dario suggests, looking amidst the others. "I just ain't sure how we'll bring over a vrock is all. Any ideas on that? Maybe we steal the dinosaur and ride off with it?"
Dario responds by lifting his finger to be especially, nodding in regards to the man-bats hanging in the air above them. He had recognized the creatures from a circus that had passed through Alkenstar, a sideshow of the "Queer Exotics From Within Mwangi!" was written upon the side of the worn wagon. At the sight of the strange, floating worm creatures brings a curious if worried look to the gunslingers face. He returns with Yasami, taking up the rear of the scouting after lagging behind to overhear more of the camp's activities. "Those man-bat-things are called "sabosen". They're blood drinkers and they have a scream used to stun their prey." He explains to the others, pointing then to the dragon totem and the strange worms it is crawling with. "Those are voidworms. Saw a shipment of them arrive for an inventor back in Alkenstar. They come from the plane known as Maelstrom, drawn towards chaos. They ain't dangerous but for them to be hanging around that totem...that ain't looking good at all." "We still have the barrels of gunpowder as well. With a bit of flame or lightning, we could make them explode like no one's business. I still have my elemental chamber and can fire a burning bullet, if need be." Dario suggests, gesturing at the quarry. "Roll them in towards one of the vrocks, set it ablaze, and blow one of them straight to hell." A dangerous smirk spreads on the gunslinger's face as he pats his side, his memory coming back. "I also heard something at the camp, something strange..." He shares what he overheard just before he left the camp.
Same. Dario is just acting as a pistol sniper ala Halo 1 right now. Not planning on getting any closer than to cover her.
"I will go to watch her back. I'll stay back far away so I can rely on my pistol." Dario says, kicking off the mud from his boots. "I got the barrels in the bag of holding on me. We can use it as a distraction...or blow them all to hell if we're able to. We'll be back." Dario would take off on a jog to follow behind Yasami, moving with a quiet step through the jungle.
"It...yes...but..." His eyes narrow for a moment and he rubs at his chin. "I don't think it works that way..."
"So...uh...how the hell am I supposed to shoot them with peace?" Dario grumbles, looking down at his pistols. Demons weren't a common occurrence in the battlefield and for a moment, the gunslinger felt a little out of his league. Grimacing at his own self-perceived weakness, he stood a little taller. "I'll lay down cover fire. I ain't sure how much damage I'll do against the Vrocks...but I can certainly kill the boggards and the charau-ka. I'll keep the numbers minimal against us."
"They look as ugly as hate, that's for sure." Dario mutters, crawling back into the underbrush, holstering his pistol as he keeps count of the possible enemies. Falling back besides them all and away from the advancing vrock, he'd turn towards strategy. "They have greater numbers then us but that don't mean much with how we fight. If they call down lightning, I think taking one of the buildings is the best way to fight them then. There is also that weird, runic, thing on the other side." Dario brings up, waiting to see if the others have more information one what it could be and how they could use it. "We should check back up on the camp at night, see how lit up it is. If we can quietly move in and take a building before the fighting gets bad, we'd have a strong position." "Lisi, you think you could talk with that big lizard thing in the cage? I-I don't know much what you druids can do but...you turn into a g%%~&#n rat. If we can make it friendly, maybe free it, we'd have a better time fighting."
Wouldn't want them to learn how to organize, nope. Not that at all. <.<
"I'll come but I'll stay back, just in case things get dicey. I'll try to find a good vantage point to cover you all from." Dario offered, securing his equipment and following Yasami through the jungle. The gunslinger wasn't wanted to linger too closely, instead looking for a vantage point to look over the camp through his crystal lenses.
Once somewhere secured, he would get low to the ground and survey the mining encampment through his scope.
It sucks because I am friends and enjoy a lot of 3rd Party stuff. That being said, I am glad that Pathfinder/D&D is actually not one of my favorite games (though you'd have a good argument against that with how many games I'm in :P)
I'm bringing a baseball bat and waiting for the IT team. -is kidding, doesn't have a baseball bat- :P
Oof...feel better Cev!
"It actually is an improvement." Yasami continues the procedure. "Just play nice. He's a troubled one." she whispers after a short pause. This can be taken a lot of ways but I'm taking it for a sweet, protective moment. It made me audibly go "Awwww".
Dario watches the exchange between the celestial being and the others, his eyes watching the jungle undergrowth. Plenty of blood had been spilled and if his travels had taught him anything, it was that nature abhorred waste. Even the kishi would make a fine meal for scavengers or for those who were looking for an easy meal. "The Inheritor, Caiten. He means Iomedae, his swollen lip is just making the 'm's sound a little funny." The gunslinger would pipe up from the tree he was leaning against, taking little bites from the piece of trail bread he had fished out from his backpack.
She mentioned his blush and the man would stand up straight, clearing his throat as he drew his weapons, spun them awkwardly around for a moment, before sheathing them back. His brow furrowed as he turned back towards her, hissing low. "You just almost got your g!++#!n throat ripped out and you're going to flirt with me? I got your g#&~#@n blood on my fingers!" He scolded at first, ripping his hat off of his head as he stared daggers up at her. His face was as red as her wound as he blinked a few times. It was easy to run off but the truth was that was getting him nowhere except a missing molar. Those crisp eyes stared at him curiously and he would put his hat back on before lowering his gaze. "Sorry, you ain't a child and I ain't your parent." He turned to leave, took a step, before stepping back towards her and tilting his head to stare up at her. "If you like it so much, why don't you buy me a drink when this is done." His statement was full of irritation at being unsettled by her again and again, clearing his throat one last time. "I-if you'd like. I'd like that." "Excuse me." He would turn, hope as few people as possible were paying attention to them and not the angelic figure beside them, before he moved off to keep an eye on the perimeter in case their hunter was not alone.
With the same practice that he had showed when he was cleaning his weapons, Dario would focus on the wounds along the thaumaturge's neck. The teeth had bruised the muscles underneath. The deeper wounds required stitching to close up but he cleaned them out as softly as he could. Washing off the needles with clean water, he wrapped them up so they could be sterilized in the fire once more tonight. "Hmm?" Dario said, looking up from the work he was doing. He could've helped end the fight faster if he was more accurate, if he was had done things just that much faster. His thoughts were interrupted as he looked up from beneath the rim of his thick glasses, her compliment sending a deep shade of red across his face. "O-oh. First time anyone's said that to me. Heh. I-I mean...thank you. Err...you're welcome." Dario would clear his throat, brushing himself off. There was a moment of silence there before he spoke up again, murmuring more than anything. "If it needs more cleaning, I can help if everyone else is busy..."
She gave him that complaining look and when she croaked, he nodded in agreement and took her hand. "Right, this way." He muttered, pulling her off and going through her backpack. When she came over to try and help, he would give her hand a slap and a grunt before he fished out the herbal kit he had seen her tinkering with occasionally during camp. With his own medical supplies, he would nod to her. "Just tell me what to do." Dario acted as her hands, cleaning the wounds to the best of his ability. He leaned in and under from where he had her sit, mumbling all the while about who needed to have g~!~&%n hyena faces on the other side of their head.
"Well, that is a thing." Dario says, stepping forward and staring down at the strange, two-faced creature. He cocks his pistol back, takes aim, and puts just one more bullet in the head of the beast to make sure that it is dead and done with. Only then does he reload and put away his blade and firearm, turning around to see the glorious, angelic figure. "By the gods..." He murmured softly, not really sure what to do. It wasn't often that you ran into an angelic being. The others spoke in a tongue that sounded like music and sent a smile to his face despite the damage that the kishi had caused on Catalina. "Girl, the hell are you doing talking..." He would mutter as he approached Catalina, looking over the wound on her neck. It had been luck that the thing didn't completely rip her throat out. "Let Caiten talk for a bit, lets get someone to look at this wound. Now."
The bullet hits, refusing to Pierce through the beast's flesh but it propels the Man's shoulder back from the concussive blow of the bullet. It didn't matter if one's skin could resist the piercing shot when the bullet held so much kinetic force.
Dario quickly reloads his pistol, taking aim back down at the monstrous beast that continues to try and crush the woman's throat. His hand moves like a blur, reloading half a blink before he fires from his hip.
Another shot connects, hitting the beast in it's ribs. Dario steps in afterwards, blade in hand to strike.
Dario watched the interaction between the group of them, his fingers idling in the air. They could feel the tension rising and trained instincts yearned for those fingers to wrap around implements of death. The man went to open the bag at the insistence of both Cev and Catalina, his posture shifting moments before leaping out at them with a hyena's face. The teeth would lock onto his fellow gunslinger and he felt his heart leap into his throat. How could he be caught on the backfoot like this? He moved forward, gun and blade in hand where they belonged. There was no cry for it to stop and surrender, no offer of mercy. Beneath those strapped glasses, vengeance burned as he quickly engaged in close combat against the monstrous hunter. He'd come out from behind the frontline, pistol raised and taking aim before firing off his shot. The jungle erupted with a sound of dwarf-made thunder.
Through the gunsmoke, Dario would leap in hoping to use it as a distraction. He thrust forward with his blade, aiming to strike along the ribs and bury his blade deep into the hunter's heart.
The hunter ducks underneath the blow but it gives Dario a clear moment to pop open his pistol and slam another cartridge into it, his coat twirling around him creating enough space for him to fall back away. As he does, the pistol takes aim and fires again.
Having felt the burn that the small, metal implement in his hand could create, the hunter would kick up dust towards Dario and move with Catalina still in its teeth. Unable to get a clear shot, his gunshot was way off to ensure that he didn't hit the tall, fierce woman.
Dario keeps his hands on his sides, not needing to draw his weapons to intimidate. His hands, while scarred and rough, were more than capable at drawing blade and pistol out. He didn't understand the tongue being shared between the two talking but he was reading their intentions with the very best of their ability. "Why ain't he opening the bag?" Dario asks, his eyes staring needles into the man.
Dario listened intently to the woman's explanation, his brow furrowing before he nods in agreement. Her magic seemed strange but it made sense to him when he thought about it in detail. "So...it is a connection to the target that matters. Sometimes it is easy; a chemical or a resonating item. With more unusual ones, you must focus on what you know about them. Interesting..." Dario finishes, taking her gun and putting it back together quickly before giving it a real look down the barrel. He then offered it back to her, smiling as the Catalina fidgeted with her fingers. "I don't mind you talking." Dario muttered, putting his hat back on which helped hide his face. "Hell...I like the way you talk." He left it at that as the camp began to pack
As Catalina moves up to introduce herself, Dario skirts to the side to keep an eye on the situation from the shadows.
Dario gives a nod as he cleans out the muzzle, nodding softly before he peeks back over at the tall, pale woman. The shadow of a smile spreads across his face as she works on the pistol herself, the small tincture being used to oil the mechanisms once again. "When we're back in Breachill, I'll use Caiten's shop and make you one. Takes a little bit but nothing too much to make." Her arm around his shoulder brings a surprised look to his face and just the slightest hint of crimson as he slipped off his hat and ran a rough, scarred hand through his hair. "Well shucks, ain't nothing wrong with needing a helping hand. I don't know much about magic or anything like that; its real unreliable in Dongun Hold and throughout Alkenstar itself. You...you wrapped up a paper around your gun. Why?" Dario asked, not having seen such an action before. "Is that just a habit for good luck or something?" When Cev offers to use his magic to help them clean his weapons, Dario bows his head in thanks before giving a polite shake. His reasons were very much the same as the woman beside him. "I appreciate the offer but...it is almost a meditation to me to clean my weapon. Each stroke is a dedication to the Forge-Fire, a prayer to let me fire clean and smooth." Dario says, smiling at his comrade. "When we're back in civilization proper though, I may need some of your magical assistance to craft us useful items. I doubt these Cinderclaws are the true antagonists here..." Dario's lips press together, a frown spreading across them. A tribe that had rivaled the elves for some time suddenly growing in power? Something had to have shifted.
"Damn. Wish we had Renali with us. Anyone recognize anything on him?" Dario studied the wicked dagger that he held, his clothing style, and the mannerisms he had.
Setting up camp, Dario would look over the variety of magical items that the group had collected. Firstly, he would examine the handwraps, the cloak, and the leather armor that the scholar had been wearing. Only after spending some time with them would he look over the magical jar, the satchel, and the brass censer.
As he was looking over the items, scrutinizing them alongside Cev and Caiten, he would hear the tall woman make her way over. His eyes flickered over towards the pistol before he lets out a grunt, putting down the cloak and drawing his own pistol. With it was the kit he used to keep the weapon clean, little brushes and glass vials of oil. He lifted the muzzle, staring down the line of it before looking back up at her. "It is just some fouling. The gunpowder mixed with it, the burning leaving it especially foul. For that, I like to use this." He handed her an iron brush, cylindrical in shape. "Push it through and scrub away the fouling, I'll pour in the oil to smooth it out. Don't use it too hard or you'll ruin the rifling inside of it." Dario scooted closer, his head to her shoulder as he looked over the work she was doing, guiding her on the speed of cleaning.
It was never a good time to hear "I smell blood", albeit the cheery voice of the warg. With the trail identified and a scent noted, the gunslinger would quietly lead the way deeper into the jungle itself.
"Oh, I am with Cevendyll here." Dario says, looking back down at the sulking man. "His life is his reward and a hard-earned lesson. He just tried to kill all of us. I've shot people for less." Dario would say, slipping the satchel on his shoulders before grabbing the whip and unwrapping man's wrists. "Now the armor. You get the clothes on your back, a knife, and some food and water. You're an adventurer, that should be enough for you to get back to civilization safely as long as you keep your head low and your pride in check."
With the place secured, Mateo would come around towards Gerhard and check out the gear that he had upon him. Carrying explosive barrels through the jungle would be exhausting by one's self, as he peruses the man. "In the hold, a repeat offender wouldn't be killed. He could be banished though with a gun, a knife, and a day's worth of food." Dario said with some agreement, looking back up at Catalina with her foot upon the man's chest. "It'll keep him from doing more harm and he can head back with his tail between his leg. If he lives, he deserves it. If he doesn't...we weren't there."
The man finally submitted, the fight leaving him as he slumped to the floor. The pistol would be quickly sheathed back into his holster, Dario shaking his head as he looked down at defeated adventurer. "You can't build a hall with poor stones." Dario said softly, putting a hand on the man's shoulders. "I think you're an idiot and a conman but...you could learn something here. Report something true. When you die, you're work won't entirely be debunked by those ahead of you. You will live on with something of worth." He pats him for a moment, shrugging. "Or don't. I ain't your momma." Stepping away, Dario looks to Catalina and nods towards the pistol in her hand. There was a look of approval at how she carried herself in the battle and the flawless execution she showed moments ago with their practiced reload. "Not bad. Not bad at all." He would grab one of the explosive barrels and begin to carry it outside. After all, there could be other uses that such an explosion could be used for.
Dario rushes past as the madman actually accepts death over life, lighting the tindertwig and reaching out for the explosive barrel before him. There was no time to think, no thoughts of preservation as he darts towards where his friend restrained the man trying to keep him from killing all of them. Caiten gives his command and Dario is there to follow it up. If He Drops It...:
Dario would rush up and crush the tindertwig underfoot, the bright flame of his academic dreams being crushed underneath the boot of reality. Looking down at the man, Dario turned his gaze towards him before spinning the pistol in his hand.
"I ain't mad with you trying to kill me. That's fair enough. But my friends?" The pistol stops and he lifts the barrel up, pointing it against the man's forehead. "You should give me a reason why I don't empty whatever you call a damn brain over the floor. We got magic; Yasami and I can get cleaned up real quick..." If He Is Feisty...:
The psychopathic scholar before them was reaching for the powder keg, trying to set them all aflame. Dario would rush up closer, slipping to his knees and sliding on the rough temple floor for a moment. He would reach out for the tindertwig, dropping his sword, and tried to envelop the flame with his fist.
dramatic murder.
Dario hits the ground hard, grunting in pain as he does so. His eyes flicker back towards the man before he kips up, landing back onto his feet. He twirls his blade and pistol again, nodding at the man. "Now...now I'm going to enjoy it." Dario lifts his pistol and fires off the weapon made of true dwarven craftmanship. As the space erupts into gunsmoke, Dario dashes forward and engages the man in close combat.
Emerging from the gunsmoke, he thrusts his blade at the man with expertise. The short sword prods and lashes out, seeking to move him into a vulnerable position before finding an opening and thrusting for his arm.
He strikes deep, leaving a red line along the man's ribs before he falls back away from the arrogant man, his pistol smoking and a bit of red dripping from his blade.
"Joran! We don't need to beat the man's head in! This is just-" His words get caught in his throat as Penderghast pulls away and takes out a rushly made, poorly put-together, blunderbuss and raises it towards them. The gunslinger's eyes widen as the weapons bursts like thunder, erupting and ripping apart on its owner.
Dario wraps his worn, beaten long coat around himself, his armor and quick-thinking taking most of the damage. When he lets it fall though, the intimidating but still civil look in his eyes had fled and instead there laid a cool and vicious glare in those grey-blue eyes. His pistol twirls in his grip as he anxiously rolls his blade in his opposite palm. "Right then. Shoddy craftsmanship for a shoddy man. Nevermind what I said Joran, you've got the right idea." Dario says to the big man, his eyes unwavering on Gerhard. "Thanks for that, mister. Now I'm not going to feel bad about what I do next."
Dario hears the voice of the man before he sees him and the tone of his voice immediately makes the gunslinger scowl. They crest the hill to see that the man is planning to blow up the temple because it contradicts his theories on the subject. He hears the venom in Catalina's words and like that, the man is a flash of movement. He rushes forward, the light catching the edge of his blade as well as the barrel of his pistol. Cev had approached and out from behind the righteous form of Yuelral's champion, Dario would spin himself into place in front of the door. "Now I don't know you...but I reckon you're smart but not that smart, especially if you're calling me and mine vandals. I suggest you take it back. Now." Dario's blade twitched in his hand as he stared at the man with a cold look in his eyes. It begged the arrogant man to try him.
Dario is always sneaking. Always.
"How interesting." Dario muttered, staring up at the temple. He instinctively looked back down at the bag on his side, making sure his rations were secured. Damn monkeys and their thieving ways. "I think you might be right Lisi. Who knows though, honestly." Dario moves on with the the druid, keeping an eye out for where they could ascend and how to do it. Any advantage they could gain out here could be useful for the fights ahead.
"All over me." Dario had said in response, grinning wide. "Mama and Papa didn't approve but you have to take advantages where you can." Dario said with a little chuckle. She asked for his help and when he looked up at her and into those dimly shining eyes, he would stare for just a second or two longer than necessary. By the gods, those were pretty eyes. "What?" He said, clearing his throat and snapping his thoughts back onto the matters at hand. "Certainly, I keep a bit of thread and a needle in my back. When you travel so much, you need to keep things maintained. I'll help you if you want it. Now, onto flicking your pistol..." Dario was patient in his teaching; his compliments were few and far between but earnest when he gave them. His instructions were slow and clear, able to be taught in a variety of ways. It was the dwarf in him showing through clearly as he took her through it motion by motion. When she did it in perfect execution, his face lit up into a wide smile. "That's how you do it. Well done, miss." He had not expected the hug suddenly, suddenly wrapped up in the woman's impulsive hug. It was almost comical; his 5'4 stature was immediately enveloped by the larger aasimar woman as she squeezed him. He didn't fight it though, a small hand moving out around her to pat her softly on the back. "W-well, you're welcome. Don't mention it." Dario mumbled, his face red from more than just the heat. There was no convenient farmer nearby to fight right then and he sure as hell wasn't going to kick Oren in the groin to start a fight. He liked living. "A-a big beast you say?" Dario said, catching the bit of conversation about some giant monstrosity being in the territory. It was a good enough place to pivot away to as any other. |