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[B[By the way,[/b] Goode starts as the party returns to the lodge for some hard earned rest, who is this goddess you keep referring to, Tabris? She really seems to like you, considering all we've been through the past few days.

Goode slumps to the ground when the demon is sealed once more, cradling his ribs and laughing at seemingly nothing for a good ten seconds. We made it! he finally shouts when he can stop long enough for air, I thought we were done for, that beast was something else!

My action was delaying until just before Dylph to absorb and AOO

Seeing Dlyph run in to grab the last disk, Goode pauses for a moment to pick the right time for distracting the snake demon, and perhaps to take a moment and recover some of his breath through bruised ribs. When he catches Dylph moving, he runs in and makes himself loud and noticable as possible to the beast.

Delay until just after the Xacabra goes, then total defence and move in to soak an AOO at AC 26

The breath being crushed from him, and seeing how ineffective Corona's flailing was, Goode takes his pistol and shoots at the beast, knowing full well it could be his last shot since his arms were too occupied for reloading. Let me go you damned thing, let me go! he shouts futilely with what little breath he has remaining.

Shot: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (5) + 9 = 14
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Quaking in fear, Goode recognizes that in order for this to end, he's going to have to get through the creature to get the disks. Bracing himself for the assault that is sure to come, Goode runs towards the crack in the wall so as to intercept whatever disk Giovani has, but the weight of his armor slows him more than is helpful, and he curses himself as he is unable to get his legs to move faster.

Double Move. May the gods have mercy on my soul.

I don't like this one bit, Goode mumbles as everyone sets to work, having to wait and fight whatever is on the other side of that door... especially with Tabris's vision, I get the feeling we're in for a hard fight. As he continues to be fatalistic, he habitually checks his gear and loads his pistol, checking and double checking to be sure that it's packed in a way that will prevent it from misfiring, and oils the gears in the hammer to ensure smooth operation. Not one bit...

You ok in there, Tabris? Goode asks trepadatiously, unwilling to now enter the room after shouts of "haunt," but concerned about how the dhampir reacted.

Oh, guess not... Corona?

Goode does have Darkvision as well

Once again, fighting starts... Goode mumbles with barely contained fervor. He runs up past Tabris, twisting around the corner and taking a blind shot at the green two-headed snake.

Pistol: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (3) + 6 = 9
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6

Using a grit point for Flash and Shock, giving me a +4 circumstance bonus to AC

I don't trust that mask, seems awful convenient... Goode voices while eyeing the thing warily, if any of you finger wigglers can find anything out about it before touching it, that'd probably be a good plan.

Stopping mid drink, Goode states with concern at Corona momentarily before tentatively asking, are... you ok, miss? He doesn't wait for a response before continuing, drinking deeply of the fountain and then proceeding to slick down his fur with the water, seeming pleased and finally being able to take care of the few loose tufts. He keeps his eye on Corona the whole time, seemingly still listening despite his occupation.

Probably an epic battle between it and the snake, Goode comments with a faint smile. If I heard everyone correctly, it probably will be able to get free if it has all the disks. And if the orb broke you free, maybe we could somehow get the others to touch it as well? he suggests, playing with a strip of leather dangling from his face covering.

I'd like to check on Arletta, see if there's anything I can do to help with what little time we have, Goode finally speaks up after a long spell of quiet where he has been meticulously grooming himself and cleaning his gear while everyone else was preoccupied. Most of my skills are in battlefield wounds and burns, but I've seen a couple diseases here and there, I might know something.

No worries on my end, I've been really busy lately as well, helping take care of my mom as she recovers from surgery, so I've been forgetting to post

... well it HAD 5 heads... :-P

Cursing the weight of the armor he wears, Goode moves as fast as he can while remaining accurate and takes another shot at the beast, shouting at the beast in gibberish as he fires to startle it.

Fighting Defensively: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (19) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Move 15', attack fighting defensively with 3 acrobatics ranks for for +3 dodge , 1 grit point for Flash and Shock deed adding +4 circumstance bonus to AC

New AC until next turn: 27, FF: 21, Touch: 17

Alarmed at the size of the beast, yet also not close enough to be as effective as he'd like, Goode begins moving as fast as his encumbered legs will carry him, stopping momentarily to take aim and fire at the giant, multi-headed snake creature, praying his shot finds its mark and immediately setting to reloading with a paper cartridge.

Pistol Shot (outside of first range increment: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 2 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 - 2 = 24
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

I don't think one night will change much at this point, Goode states, finding a place to set down his pack for the time being, and it wouldn't sit well with me if they got ambushed just cause we were in a rush. I vote to stay. Where there's one ape man, there are probably more.

Once the shrieking has stopped and the group is recuperating, Goode opens up his pack and pulls out a set of tools wrapped in a leather case, setting to the work of cleaning his (still warm) pistol of the powder residue inside and around the barrel.

I don't care if you use the lenses, I'll help you track the old fashioned way, he answers Dylph as he checks the wheel-lock mechanism of the weapon to see that it's clear and oiled. Satisfied, he packs back up his gear as meticulously as he found it and stows it before putting back on his pack and simply saying ready.

Goode's armor creaks and jangles as he runs over to the side of Tabris, his focus entirely on the hated charau-ka. Just before ramming into it, as it seemed he may have been intending with his charge, a shot rings out as Goode fires his pistol at the ape-man mere inches away from its body. The bullet finds its mark as fire laps from the muzzle of the gun, sending sparks dancing over the creatures fur as Goode braces for the incoming retaliation.

Firearm Shot: 1d20 + 8 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 8 + 1 - 4 = 22
No precise shot yet, so penalty is for the enemy being in close combat.
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5 plusFire: 1d6 ⇒ 3 and DC 13 reflex to avoid catching fire

Firearm flying into his hand at the sound of ape-screeches, Goode releases an angry, resigned sigh as he bolts towards the sound. I knew it... I knew they'd be here... damn ape-men... bloody screeching apes... he mumbles, taking position around the other end of the tents and looking for his first target.

Double Move

Makes sense that you wouldn't fix the wall, then, Goode comments as he looks back at the hole in the wall with a newfound appreciation for the destruction. Even if the light isn't still visible, something that big would have to leave a nice trail of damaged trees and big foot prints. Did the orb light up before the construct left?

No, but there's a lot of them. And they're vicious little thieves, them and their gorilla king, Goode replies to the Samsaran, teeth bared in a sneer at the memory of them. They try to steal from the gunworks in Alkenstar far too often. Have to scare them off with the Maw of Rovagug.

Goode looses what probably seems like a deep sigh to him, but comes out sort of high and short. Charau-ka. Lovely. he grumbles as he checks a pouch at his belt, seeming to count the contents and being displeased with the number he comes up with.

A ratfolk in the room strikes a sharp contrast to Tabris, being as he is in a shining, polished breastplate with his fur well groomed. He nibbles fruit in a deliberate manner in an effort to avoid the juice getting anywhere unnecessary, and has a kerchief on hand to clean himself when he's done.

Between bites he nods at the group, his leather face cover shifting as he does so. Goode. My name is Goode, with an "e." he introduces himself in a clipped manner, reaching out his hand in an offer for anyone who wants to shake it. You notice the fur on his hands I'd patchy and look to be covered in what appears to be burn scars. I've never been to this side of Garund, much more humid than I'm used to. Don't know much about Azlant or nothing like that, but if the ape-men are the same as the ones who attack Alkenstar, I know they're trouble. I'll do my best to keep you safe, he punctuates the last promise with a tap on his breastplate and a pat on the firearm at his hip.

Same. A whole one gold, woo!

1) Player name: Dartanian
2) Character name: Goode Getta
3) PFS#-Char#: 96227-15
4) Faction: Silver Crusade
5) Normal or slow progression? Normal
6) Character level: 3
7) Day job roll: Alchemy: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

Nor am I, I'm good for whenever

Goode, humble (or not so) servant of the silver crusade offers himself as a shield

(Also the character for Phylotus)