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Thank you so much for running for us. I love your posting as well. Made me feel as if i was there. lol

Following mother hens influence Garren steps forward drawing his Cold Iron Cutlass in his off hand and levels his gun at the other sleeping druid. Waiting for the word form the rest of the crew.

Whispering further "No need for senseless blood shed." as he passes Bitter Plum

Garren takes aim at the Druid in front of Bitter Plum, Pulls the trigger...
Masterwork Pistol, PBS, -shooting into Melee: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (7) + 7 + 1 - 4 = 11
Cold Iron Slug, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Quickly Reloading with a Cold Iron Paper Cartidge.
"Gah!! Did I hit it?"

"Thank you Itami don't mind if I do." Garren takes a quick step to fall in line behind Bitter Plum. "Do not worry, I wont singe your feathers." Garren whispers to Bitter Plum

"ooo i like this plan." Garren follow into line behind Bitter Plum pistol drawn with a Cold Iron loaded.

"So by my reading and deciphering of this here lunar equation Grrr I believe if we don't stop this all of Wispl will be Hyrmp transformed like those of us who have succumbed to this cursed Grrr lycanthropy."

Garren takes some detailed notes on the lunar calendar, the banners and the tapestries. I think the Venture-Captain would want some of this information

Whispering to the group "Aye, if you get me to tha lunar chart I bet i could make the gist of it."

linguistic for the win. Gm could I take 10 on my linguistics once we get there? Would be a total of 14 on the check.

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"Way to grrr announce our presence there Mini-Min."

Garren draws his pistol and loads a cold iron shot while he waits for Itami to return.

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Whispering to the group "I am willing to try but I need to get close." Garren sneaks up close getting to about 40 paces while staying down wind.
Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17
Getting in position Garren waits for the signal.

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Whispering to the group "Anyone able to 'talk' with the hound?"

Garren Sniffs the air with out second thought noticing the rather powerful musk of a few of his traveling companions.

Ever growling under his breath Garren approaches the domicile and looks around "First we get changed Grrr.... then were being hunted grufff.. now we're here. What might we find? "

Perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19

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Garren runs up to the Fallen Elf Seeming stricken with grief. Growling out

Potion of CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (7) + 1 = 8

"Hey! Give the lady some respect. She made her way over there and didnt mind gettin her hands dirty." Garren winks at Theo for the opportunity to defend the ladies honor.

Fort: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10
Well this is fun lol. Wonder what I get

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Garren steps up towards the fountain drawing his pistol takes aim at the feathered hunter lining the barrel up straight ahead pointing at his? chest.
"Surrender now or you be meeting the ferry man sooner than ya think!"
Masterwork Pistol, PBS, Bless: 1d20 + 7 + 1 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 7 + 1 + 1 = 25
Piercing, PBS: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7

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BP awesome narration!!!

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Garren helps himself to one of the healing potions.

Pot CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

"So should we help the little gnome here out?" he exclaims snagging another one of the potions.

Pot CLW: 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Clucking his tongue "Ahhh.. Much better." harren lets out a sigh of relief.

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Stubmling behind the barrels hoping for some cover Garren takes aim with his pistol towards the Hunter 2 and fires letting out a "Hazzah"

Using Deed Deadeye: Spending a Grit point to increase range increment by one with a Range Touch Attack
Mwk Pistol, Range Touch Attack: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (15) + 7 = 22
Piercing: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Hey all wanted to let you know that I will be headed off to PacifiCon for the Weekend Starting tomorrow. I will try to post but if I don't please feel free to bot me.

Would have been sneaking off towards the house. And really nat 20 on both rolls for the hunters. Wow. Glad we got those out of the way :)

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perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20

"These gnomes always seem ta be gettin' in fights." Garren lets out a chuckle drawing his pistol "My kinda blokes. Shall we me lady?" Garren winks at Merisiel them heads up to the house stealthily to listen in.
Stealth, AC penalty: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 4 - 2 = 15
Whispering "Damned jacket."

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If able I would like to also make a purchase. An Alchemical Silver Cutlass (105gp) and Nautical charts for Taldor's waterways (25).

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perception: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25
Oh a challenge

"Alright, alright i will keep it in the pants as you say. For now, but when a Pirate sets his eye on something he means to get it. He winks gingerly at the Rogue.

"Oi! Where did you come from? Sneaky one. Pretty to boot too. O and valid question. Are there any other locals we need worry about?"

No other questions until we talk to Falbin

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Day Job Profession (Sailor): 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9

"Drink up me heartys, yo ho!"

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"Well that was rather... interesting... i have returned from the Lost Coast of Varisia. There are some strange inhabitants of Brinestump Marsh."

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"Oi everyone. I hav' ta go see a man about a certain licktoad goblin an' ill be back shortly."

seeing as he is unlocked at the moment going to go play we be goblins tonight. Real quick like and come back as a 2

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@Tundran is it to late to use my reroll on my day job check?

Profession Gambler plus GM Star: 1d20 + 6 + 1 ⇒ (9) + 6 + 1 = 16

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Agreed I have no problem with a 7th joining the party. The more the merrier.

"Thank you Hamshanks. I did enjoy the mission you set us on. It has shown me that i must be better prepared for the next mission you send me on. "
With that Garren bows as graciously as a pirate can tipping of his hat.
"Peace though is finite and i best be seeking better provision... and rum. Before you no doubt send us on our next mission any day now."

And with that I will be purchasing a few more items including some special ammo before we start. Also this had been fun i enjoy your GM style thank you

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Garren bewildered at the fact his shot did not penetrate the defenses the flighty little bastard has. He reloads his pistol this time pleading to the gods his shot flys true.
Range Touch Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (13) + 5 + 1 = 19
P & B: 1d8 ⇒ 2
unless the creature falls asleep then he will reload and move towards the other

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Nibbling dancing his way around the lashing and grabbing vines that just cant seem to get enough of him Garren looks up just in time to see a dagger come straight at him hitting him with barely enough force to feel anything more than a pins prick he begins to reload his weapon when he feels woozy and his vision blurs suddenly.
Fort: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
Shaking off the pull of old man sleep Garren
Walks up towards the "ANNOYING LITTLE WASP!!!" loading his pistol with a small cartridge aims and fires.
Range Touch Attack and bless: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 5 + 1 = 12
Range Touch Attack: 1d20 + 5 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 5 + 1 = 21
P & B: 1d8 ⇒ 3

"Aha!! Blaggard! You will pay for the damage you wrought."
Ha thought that wouldn't take effect until my next go.

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Garren walks into the center of the clearing aiming his pistol at daft little fairy. Taking careful aim he opens fire with a bravado and flourish.
using 1 Grit: Deadeye

Pistol, range touch attack, 2nd range increment: 1d20 + 4 - 2 ⇒ (2) + 4 - 2 = 4
Dmg B and P: 1d8 ⇒ 5

"Ha ha, have at thee"

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"Aye, I'll be knocking it back now." Garren responds to the ol' Crow while drinking a potion of Barkskin. Whoops.
Finishing the last drop
"Wait a tick! You have ears beneath those feathers?"
Barkskin activated!

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Garren looks over the bridge commenting "I've been on worse."
Garren brings heading across second to last in line with the others pistol in hand.
Acrobatics -AC penalty: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (16) + 4 - 1 = 19
for balance
Acrobatics -AC penalty: 1d20 + 4 - 1 ⇒ (12) + 4 - 1 = 15
for jumping
Deftly making it to the other side Garren let's out a "Huzzah!! Yup definitely reminds me o' when I was a cabin boy. Woulda fallen flat on me arse."

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A loud spurtling, sparking and frizzy noise comes from The Wall and the screen goes black for a few minutes...

"Ack. Not again!" You hear a loud thud and the another round of sizzling and sparking sounds. A young man no more than 18 cycles comes crawling out of the vent just below the board standing up and looking shocked with the number of people in the room. " Why hello there." Garren winks to the hostess and waves to the vesk at the door. "Oi' Biggs you done in there? A noisey beeping and whiring cones from inside the vent and then a final click. Then a command prompt appears on the screen "A ha. There we are." He begins frantically typing on a small wrist computer.

The screen comes up quickly with all previous mission requests plus a new one blinking in the corner.
"Great great great grandad would be proud." the young man 'high fives' his little droid companion

recruiting for SFS #1-00: Claim to Salvation as part of PbP Gameday VI here.

A slight visibility of a perturbed nature shows briefly on Garren faces as he speaks "Alright folks let us be put'n wind in our sails." Garren begins checking his gear "My affects are in order. Now's the time to get steppin' fore we walk the plank ourselves."

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so so hard
Garren, feeling bolstered by his allies, steps up with a grand display duster billowing in the wind, head held high and standing proudly speaks again "We must be going and we leave you in charge of performing Hemzel's, and his companions, last rites as befitting a great and noble druid of his status. Thank you kindly for allowing us to follow our heading." Garren spins about on the heel of his boot walking towards the group of Pathfinders gathering thier proposed gifts, along with the string of Holly and Mistletoe around Garrens neck. He presents the gifts to the lead gnome "And yes; as Theophilus said take these and do what you deem necessary."

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A bit taken aback by Bitterplum's jest Garren turns fully to face Bitterplum hiding a wink from the group of gnomes "Rude? Who me? I would never! If'n i were being rude they would be staring down the end o me barrel. But alas you're right I might've cone across as rude." Garren turns back towards the gnomes "Boys, please be acceptin' my deepest and most sincerest apologizes" Garren ends with a bow and tipping of his hat.

not sure if you would want another check but

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"I may need a few pints after this" Garren whispers to himself.

Garren adjusts his gilded duster and approaches the group "Oi' take it easy. Firstly let me introduce m'self. I am Cap'n Garren Sundale. Myself and my compatriots here." Gestures with a hand towards the group. "Came upon this here hovel at the precise moment a large group of fey, if you could call'm large," Garren laughs quite loudly "just in the afters of sending Hemzel and his companion to meet Davy. Sadly we did no' arrive earlier to stop the brutality those blighters wraught. But we did send one of theirs up river too by yours truly. We saved what is left of the hovel and are in the process of performing last rights for hemzel and the wolf. What say you go your way we go ours and never see eachother again?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17

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Garren takes a moment to gently place the dead fey creature down respectfully along side the body of Hemzel. "Pleasure to be of service in stopping the welp." Garren finishes by reloading his pistol. "Now it seems like we 'av a headn' and I'm in accordance that we shant be wasting time but the feathered lady is right." Garren holsters his pistol "It bodes ill fortune ta be leaving a dead body or two; no offense to your late sister Gire, to be baking in tha hot sun or that oven of a hovel. We should make quick work to dig a few graves if we all help out." Garren finishes with a glance to last scion of whats-it-whos-it

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Sounds good to me.

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Garren tries to hide the shooked look on his face at the sudden appearance of the axeman.
Bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 7
"Oi' ya sneaky little blighter!!"
5' step, draw pistol, fire
Pistol, Point Blank Shot, shooting into melee: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (20) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 22
Damage, Point Blank Shot : 1d8 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Confirm crit roll: 1d20 + 5 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 5 + 1 - 4 = 20
x4 Damage if crit confirmed

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I corrected mine and Itomi's initiative

Garren runs in to the blazing hovel.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
"O innocent elders, under the table I be seeing some loot. Grab what you can."
Garren respectfully yet quickly picks the body of the fallen fey and makes ready to run out of the hovel.
"If ye be hav'n the chance grab Hemzel's body and the mutts. The society might be liking a chance to use his raising to build a better rapport between he and us."

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not that it matters with current rolls but my initiative is +4
"O my god she's on fire!! Fetch the pails watch the embers. Save what and who we can."

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Garren rushes too Gires side as if to console her a little "Dearie do not fret over the loss that has taken place. One thing we can do is take solice in the fact that you're sister fey there is no longer in pain from the savagery she faced." Garren looks into here eyes and says "What help can I be in performing last rites for your fallen sister?"

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Sense Motive: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16
Garren listens to the direction the little voice is coming from.
Perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (7) + 2 = 9
Garren speaks in hopefully the general direction of the voice "Miss... I'm sorry I did na catch your name. But I think you are not the type to be harm'n other's much the same as us. Wha'd ya say we talk this over and figure out what doin could be done to resolve this like civilized folk?"

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (17) + 5 = 22

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Garren begins to follow the old crow. Them pipes up to the insect winged fairy "Fortunately we just came from this direction." Garren points behind him "And the one who did the asking should listens to the one who did the answering; and then the one who did the answering of the question speaks and gives the one who did the listening to the answering of the question the chance to walk by without incident."

and for the bluff check. Also i cannot see invisible things
Bluff aid another: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

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Garren shrugs putting his sword and pistol back into there places. "Sounds good to me. Lead the way o innocent elders." Garren finishes with a wink.

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Pulling out the sprigs of Holly and Mistletoe Garren affixes them to a leather strap around his neck. "Need on' o you to hold my affects please." Garren removes his sword and pistol from where they hang on his person and offers up to the first to hold them. "Might I just say this. Only one of us should go up an' parley with the druid. What da ya say? Might be less threatening that way."

I don't know about you guys but I'm think old man Henderson 'get of my lawn'

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"Oi' cap'm I get what you're laying out. No need for jaw'n Imma head to the docks after a quick stop in the garden." Garren heads to the door and stops. "One question Cap'm what be the name of the ship tha be takin us?"

After hearing the name of the vessel Garren swings by a garden and looking around snags a few sprigs of holly and mistletoe.
Take 10 Sleight off Hand for 18
Ah.. the sweet trade be calling me name
headed to docks

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