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Player name: fromthedepths
Character name: Gint Soddlong
PFS number: # 2358532-11
Faction: Dark archive
Progression speed: normal
Day job roll: none

That was a fun one, thanks for running this campaign GM! Hope to sit at your table again soon. :)

Gint Soddlong wrote:

Player name: fromthedepths

PFS #: 2358532-11
Faction: Dark archive
Day job roll: none

Is that PFS# correct?

Yep that's the one!

Damn, outta bullets. Gint mutters to himself. He pulls a red cartridge out of his belt and loads it into the large pistol.
holding attack if yellow bandit gets within melee attack range
dragons breath gunshot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
fire damage: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 6) = 7

Gint throws another steel ball in his pistol. "Eat steel!" He points it across the table again and fires.
gunshot: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18
regular damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1
haha same problem

ref save: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (14) + 3 = 17
Gint loads his pistol and fires at the thug in front of him.
gunshot: 1d20 ⇒ 2
regular bullet damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Gint moves into the room and up to the table across from the woman who threw the bomb.
"Take this!"
dragon breath shot: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
fire damage: 2d6 ⇒ (5, 3) = 8
ref save dc 15 for half damage

Gint loads a dragon's breath cartridge in his pistol and opens the door quickly, gun at the ready.

Gint loads his pistol again.
"I'm stayin in guard just in case."
He peers into the water one last time.
"I'm thinkin left. Whatcha think?"
Gint looks to the group.

"DAMNED CREATURE!"
Gint reloads and fires again.
gunshot, firing into melee: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (18) + 2 - 4 = 16
regular shot damage: 1d4 ⇒ 3

Gint steps forward and feels Selenas song fill him with the spirit of battle. He fires a shot at the creature...
gun shot, firing into melee: 1d20 + 2 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 2 - 4 = 9
regular shot damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Gint runs as close as far as he can get, looks down the sight of his pistol, waiting for the creature to come into his sights.
double move

Gint loads his gun in the light of conals ioun torch, strikes a tindertwig on the wall, sticks it in his mouth, and lights a gnome sized torch with it. Spitting it out as it singles a bit of moustache. Toothy grin shining in the torchlight.

same here

"Does oathbreakers mean anything to ya? If we can get to the bottom a that we might be able ta find the killers."

Oh yeah, forgot
SM: 1d20 ⇒ 12

"Both Brandur and Bosk are dead. We took out a shapeshifter assassin but we think there's more. What kinda security you lookin for?"

"Hello there, we're lookin' fer Pemak. It's a matter a life an death."

"Agreed, we'll see ya round."
Gint jumps up and follows Conal out the door.

"Do you know where we can find Bosk?"

Gint shakes the rain off his cap and sits down.
"This actually might be a safe place to hole up in. Get some barricades up and you could stay in here while we get to the bottom of this. As long as we get that password from ya."

Gint smiles wide and tips the brim of his hat to the gnome as he walks in.
"Thank ya, names Gint."

"Shall we take a look 'round?"
Gint grins to Amerel as he loads a handfull of scatter pellets into his pistol, crouches low and moves around the right of the shack.
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (18) + 2 = 20

"I'll take a look at that powder for ya."
appraise: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (13) + 3 = 16
if applicable here

Ha! Good one! Oh yeah thanks, i wrote that down when I thought you roll for hp still and forgot to change it. GM, do you mind if I change it mid campaign?

"Whew! Good job companions!"
Gint holsters his pistol with a flurry.
"Looks like I could use some more shooting practice though, HAH!"

Gint reloads another regular bullet and fires!
attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 1

Gint runs across from "immy", draws and fires his pistol.
regular bullet shot: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
damage: 1d4 ⇒ 4

Gint finishes off his tankard, grins, and goes over to the bar.
"Another round please?"
He discreetly motions to his team mates to join him.
"This is gettin old. I'm tired of waitin. Are we sure this "Immy" is tha shapeshifter? And if she is, I'm thinkin we flush it outta hiding with force!" Gint down another whiskey shot and pulls at his moustache in anticipation.

"My favorite!"
Gint orders a double whiskey and a tankard of ale. He throws back the ale quickly and savors the whiskey.
"Seen anythin strange around lately miss?"

"I'm goin for it. No time ta wait around."
Gint meanders over to the blonde and sits down, leaning back in his chair.
"Ello miss, names Gint. What's good ta drink round here?
Gint checks out the lady for anything suspicious or out of the ordinary.
perception: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14

Gint whispers. "We could let her go back and use her as bait."

Gint turns from the door and looks to Ramyla.
"Timinic was investigating tha sewars under here. Any idea what he might have been in to?"

"We should keep an eye on 'er"
Gint moves to the door and peeks out.
perception: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Gint follows looking over his shoulder the while time.

Gint strolls in and sits down at a table close enough to over hear Seleena's conversation. He watches the patrons with a hand on his pistol the whole time.

"HA! Too true friend!"

"Sounds good to me. I could deffinetly use a drink."

"Lets get ta Timinics safe house quick! I don' know bout you guys but I'll be ready with my pistol the whole way. Who knows who this thing is pretending ta be."

heal check: 1d20 ⇒ 11

Gint peeks in and, at the sight of the dead dwarf, enters.
He pushes the cap up in disappointment. "Huh, well that's no good."
Gint kneels and inspects the body of Brandur for a sign of how he was killed.

Gint grins wide, pulls his pistol and loads it. He moves to a point diagonal to the right of the door to get a different vantage point than just straight in.

"Agreed. Seems like tha best plan of action."
Gint pulls his cap snug on his head and goes over to the monk.
"Any luck Neuthro?"

Gint runs a hand through his hair.
"I'm not sure what he was poisoned with but it's pretty fancy. I'm thinkin a pro."

Gint plops down in a chair and absent mindedly pulls at his moustache.
"I'm with Seleena. Brandur'll have more info in this Timinic fella."
Seeing that no one has checked out the venture captains body at all, Gint hops off the chair and crouches down to get a good look.
craft alchemy: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (18) + 6 = 24

Gint runs over and helps raid the desk
perception aid: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Gint runs back into the room.
"Clovesh took off...oh crap he doesn't look good!"

"I'll stop the dwarf!"
Gint runs to the door and looks out.

Gint shakes Seleena's hand.
"Name's Gint. Nice ta meetcha!" he says, then tips his brimmed cap to the rest of the party. "Gint Soddlong. Atchyer service!"

A small gnome is leaned up against a wall. He wears dark reds and brown's and the edges of his tunic are visibly singed. Attached to a belt full of pouches and colored bullet cartridges is an ornate pistol that seems almost too big for his size. A large grin under an even larger curled black moustache take up most of the gnomes face. Absent-mindedly fiddling with a worn pair of dice he waits patiently for the venture captain.