Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum keeps watch out just in case the blob of evil goo does something. His pistol at the ready, eyes darting about the room. When the final boulders are moved, he barely lets out a word or thought when his burly ally lets out a scream. I thought we were done with fighting. Oh well whenever my turn comes up. If I can get a shot within 20’ I will take it touch: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 251d6 ⇒ 6
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum breathes a sigh and reloads his pistol after Raynor exacts his god’s judgement upon the wicked. While I agree the blob should be destroyed, it seems to be very resilient to damage. As if the evil it produces is protected by it. Ideas anyone, other than hopefully sheer determination and willpower?
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
screw hiding than lol Kaillum moves forward, behind his stout ally. He lowers his pistol, and squeezes the trigger. Gunpowder fills the air along with a deafening *BOOM* as the projectile flies through the airctowards the very capable foe. Pistol vs touch of Vol: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 9 + 1 = 261d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum stands towards the back, eyes darting back and forth between Vol and Raynor. He is quite shocked when the ghast doesn’t attack on site, as all the stories he has heard accounted for. As they talk, he slips out of sight as best as he can. He lets the two talk it out, unless the bugs go south and a fight ensues. stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (14) + 12 = 26
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum moves forward, and presses his body up against the wall as he takes a shot at one of the bestial like festering masses of flesh. dotted green - cover: 1d20 + 7 + 1 - 4 ⇒ (9) + 7 + 1 - 4 = 131d8 ⇒ 4
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum puts his pistol away and grabs his bow and readies an arrow. Should we fight them at this already made narrow passage. I can fire my bow, we have a few of us with weapons that can strike beyond ones normal reach. They have numbers, but we have the tactical advantage? Surprise round action Seeing his dwarf ally start the show, Kaillum lets an arrow fly at The only enemy he can see through the mass of bodies. solid dark green: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (14) + 8 = 221d8 ⇒ 2
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum cautiously proceeds with the group. He watches the wolf lunge than go *poof* in a puff of smoke. He catches himself yawning, but rubs his eyes as he watches everyone begin to slump over in a heap. His mouth drops open as he watches his ally’s mouth start to salivate as he rushes over to the corpse and start to devour its flesh. He stifles down the vomit trying to escape his stomach. He rushes over and wakes up the snoring giant in hopes he can help restrain the mad and crazed ally. El Gar will: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (14) + 6 = 20
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum keeps his firearm at the ready, as the other hardier allies dig at the roots, he was never very strong. He keeps watch out for any dangers as they dig. Once done he breathes a sigh of relief, and he begins to descend into the strange depths below. He keeps an eye out for and dangers as they descend. perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum loads another Alchemical cartridge in his pistol as he moves. He lowers his pistol and awaits for his enemy to try chanting the strange tongue once more before he fires. readies action to disrupt spell if cast: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (19) + 10 = 291d6 + 1 ⇒ (5) + 1 = 6
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum reloads his firearm with an Alchemical Cartridge as he moves forward. He levels the barrel of his gun at another crazed human, and lets the pungent smell of powder fill the air once more. yellow: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 241d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum hears the bushes burst alive, and can make out the savages that leap forth. He instinctively draws his pistol and with quick reflexes he moves forward, he levels the barrel of the pistol towards the savage enemy, and pulls the trigger. A cacophonous blast fills the air, as birds and bugs scatter at the sound. The small ball of steel, is propelled through the air, and Kaillum’s aim is true. The bullet crushes into the cranium of the fearsome enemy. vs light blue FF TCH, PBS, darkvision, use 1 grit for up close and deadly deed: 1d20 + 9 + 1 ⇒ (20) + 9 + 1 = 301d6 + 1 + 1d6 ⇒ (4) + 1 + (4) = 9
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum climbs the stairs, wondering if he will even reach the top, when he finally does. His jaw drops, and he lets out an internal whistle at what he sees. Hiw did we go from watery hell to this place. Hmm, this place has some tasty critters, I might have to come back later and have a snack Well, visibility could be better, but I guess the weather here is better than the churning waters. So, where to now? as he whispers to the group. Kaillum stays attentive as they progress through the thick dense bush. Taking 10 on Perception for a total of 21 as we explore the area
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum climbs up on deck, he is used to climbing, even if not very good at it. Before descending the stairs, he makes sure his pistol is loaded with a normal ball of iron, after he packs it with a small amount of powder. He retightens his finely crafted buckler, making sure it is secure. He draws his longbow and nocs an arrow in it. He listens for anything coming from below. perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (7) + 11 = 18
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
Kaillum walks around tryouts no to find the spire, but like his companions has little luck as the fog and nighttime settle in over the island. His eyes blink, adjusting to the darkness creeping in. I too can see in the dark, but would it be wise to continue searching at the dead of night for something I can’t see well right now? Should we make camp, and try again first thing in the morning?
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
A small anthropomorphic amphibian stands on the docks. He wears a loose flowing coat, a nicely crafted backpack is slung on his shoulder. A fly buzzes around the air, but not for long as a tongue darts from his mouth and snatches it. My name, is Kaillum. I came from Tian Xia, and survived those that oppressed my kind. I took up training with pistols, to better protect myself,as he pats his hip. I wonder how long before we are given our orders. Just as he mentions it, a dingy comes into faint view off the shore and he is ushered into the dingy.
Male Grippli | HP: 34/34 | AC/TCH/FF: 19/14/16 | F/R/W: 6/8/6 Pistolero 4 | Init: +5 | Per: +11 | Sense +4
A small anthropomorphic amphibian stands on the docks. He wears a loose flowing coat, a nicely crafted backpack is slung on his shoulder. A fly buzzes around the air, but not for long as a toy he darts from his mouth and snatches it. My name, is Kaillum. I came from Tian Xia, and survived those that oppressed my kind. I took up training with pistols, to better protect myself, as he pats his hip. [b]I wonder how long before we are given our orders. Just as he mentions it, a dingy comes into faint view off the shore and he is ushered into the dingy. |
