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Life happens. I too will put this on backburner. Will keep Kira dedicated to this campaign should it regain life. No worries.
When the time allows and your muse demands an outlet, return. I will be here.

Kira's eyes and nose becken her towards the farm house. Delayed by the tall dirtman. She puts on a polite if distracted face, "oh yes. No harm. He will remain outside by my stuff. He prefers a chase anyway. Uhhu. Yeppers. ". She sidles slightly to the side and subtly closer to the scent of food.

As Katja speaks and draws his attention, Kira stealthily moves out of his line of sight before fast walking out of plausible earshot, which by sheer chance is coincidentally in same direction a farmhouse.

Kira frees up Fuffy from his harness, taking care to check out his wounds. "Another scar to show off... Gonna start looking into a little armor for you next paycheck. She sets aside her gear into a neat little pile. Tools of her trade readily accessible and propped around the saddle in the middle. Walking with her wolf thru the cart house and barn, she says "No. Not yours." to each livestock therein if any. Once her rounds are complete, she sends him out to guard her gear in the shade of the cart house.

Kira views the local grounds, noting the difference in the greenery vs fog afflicted grounds. Then she catches a whif of food within, her tummy providing emphasis of her lack of priorities.

Kira did take time to recover her lance, shaking it like a denuded tree branch, checking for balance. "Perhaps the balance is off? Or Fluffy started off on the left paw? Or the near meatlessness first breakfast. Yes. That must be it. The 2nd breakfast should compensate."

Kira and Fluffy are earnestly if aimlessly wandering the vicinity, confused over the lack of tracks and scent.

Nope. The dice gods have spoken. Let it stand. Although I am curious as to if I will roll into the double digits if critical need.

Kira looks on in morbid horror and curiosity as Hanz's huge hands rifle through the Trygs insides. A quickly stifled shudder with a gag reflex as the pus globules burst recklessly over his hands. She does not want to get any closer yet is unable to restrain her mount.
Fluffly sniffs at the freshly opened Tryg and sneezes. Thereafter giving them a wide berth which suited Kira just fine. In an effort to put more space between them, "I wonder where they came from?"Kira circles her wolf in ever widening area until she can catch the main trail. "As sick as these are, unlikely they bothered to be stealthy in the approach."

Survival roll for tracking
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7

edit for commentary: And the rolls continue. apparently the nauseousness is affecting her more than she let on.

Seeking a last bit of glory, however tenous, Kira needed some win to salve her injured pride. A quick chirp, nudge of the knees and Fluffy was once again on the hunt. The fleeing prey excited her wolf. This was what Fluffy lived for. Kira readied her scimitar during the approach.

Fluffy the wolf
Attack1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18
Dmg 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

Kira scimitar
Attack1d20 + 4 ⇒ (10) + 4 = 14
Dmg 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Kira increasingly desperate attempts are reflected upon her panicked visage. This is not the least bit like in practice field.

Letting Her wolf once again take the lead, Kira strikes at the opposite side shielding her mount.
Kira scimitar attack1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6
Dmg 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5

Fluffy! Bite1d20 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Edit commentary... These rolls are just plain sad.

Thank you GM, crashed asleep before posting.

[ooc] gonna play the "1" as a slip anyway[ooc]

Kira missed the tyrg and almost buried the lance in the ground, and in her moment of distraction let Fluffy get bit.

Bad luck run. She drops the lance before it gets buried and ripped from her grasp. Too late she remembers "my shield! That is why my form was off!". Pulling her scimitar, she slashes at the tyrg opposite Fluffy's snapping jaws.
Attack with scimitar
1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Damage 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

She lets Fluffy finish off the tyrg
Fluffy attack
1d20 + 3 ⇒ (10) + 3 = 13
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2

That is an excellent idea. It also is in character...

Duh. A shield! Learning curve for me and Kira

1d20 + 6 ⇒ (9) + 6 = 15 vs dc16

Yeah but i rolled a 1. Also first time playing cavalier and learning charge rules. Thank you

As Kira rounded the curve, the violent spectacle revealed itself to her. *blink* A cry for help! *Blink* "To Me! SilverShields! Advance!"
Without a backward glance, the pennant dips as the lance goes horizontal. Leaning into a racing position and a serious kick to hindquarters, Kira selects a target for both her lance and the Fluffy jaws.

Charging Kira to hit 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3(charge doubles the damage)

Fluffy the Wolf, Speed 50'
Bite 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23 Crit Confirm 1d20 ⇒ 9
Damage 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Remaining blissfully ignorant, Kira speaks up. "wooooweeee, sounds terribly horrifying. Cannot wait to to meet them! Hooorahhhh!". You guys might see the pennant dip up and down above the roils of fog, perhaps also a couple of mock charges as it gathers speed, dipping below threshold only to appear some distance away and then repeat popping up closer.

Seeing the others mount up and the conversation putter away, she clued in to thier imminent departure. Oddly enough, she starts off walking along with a jaunty whistle. At first, she falls quickly behind and hidden by the fog. But then the tune stops, and a pennant of the SilverShield on a lance surfaces once again above the fog keeping an even pace. The pennant remained downwind if there was such a thing with this fog or at least a little distant from the wagon. No need to spook the horses with wolf scent.

Sense Motive 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (14) + 0 = 14

Kira was so busy pulling Alden out and battering him with questions, she forgot to listen. Once outside, her chattering continued but she focused on exterior security. She noted the arrival of Hanz, Frank and Dharkantia and let them take the lead. They seemed to have a better clue of what was going on, she remained vigilant.

None to worried, Kira is pattering away. The questions (serious and inane) come faster than Alden can answer. All part of the distraction and deflection.

Kira keeps on tugging at Alden's arm, "What do you grow? Farming must be hard work but so satisfying. Is your farm nearby? When did this fog start? Any nice places to visit around here?" She keeps up the chatter, being oooohh so interested in Alden. She might get information but serving more as a distraction as she gets him away from the ugliness inside.

Kira's action stands

Kira is trying to get the victim, Alden, away from th fight. Out of sight out of mind, remove the cause of conflict. No fighting has happened yet. She will try to talk to Alden outside, you guys can handle the big'ns inside and sift thru the accustaions. Kira is a better listener than an intimidating interrogator.

Kira's eyes pop wide, so much undercurrent of tenseness. The big folk were about to have it and the even bigger Hanz reaching for a chair. As much fun as this might be, she relied on cliches to keep her alive. The one jumping to the top of the pile now was Discretion is the better part of Valor. Moving through the tall folk was easy enough with their attention elsewhere, She reaches Aldon and tugs at his shirt. She gives her best puppy dog eyes, "Lets talk outside. This argument too heated to solve any problem now." If she can, she will grab his hand and insistently pull him towards the door, or kitchen, or anywhere else to get him out of sight.
if needed to convince Alden, Diplo 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (19) + 7 = 26

Just got back from roadtrip, 36 hours awake. Sleep. Not dead. Still here will post when brain works

Well, it started as the sole laptop in household. But now both my kids have one, laptop is pretty old, still chugging along

Upgrade! Yeah, I could use one too. My Laptop has a non functioning heatsink. I work between autoshutdowns. Too cheap to upgrade as it "still works". But it does ensure that I am the only one to use it as too frustrating for anyone else... Hahaha

Just having fun, no serious intent was meant. Crafting my responses as my muse strikes. Kira "the mountain from a molehill" Burrfoot.

I shall sow discord and confusion and craft pain upon my enemies. Perhaps Kira could also craft fog-infused jelly doughnuts.... How many skill points in baker(pastry) will that cost?

"it is I, Kira Burrfoot! Thankful for the banner, perhaps I should add a cat's bell to Fluffy and a couple ankle bangles... Ohh. I just might after this.". The pennant practically quivers syncing with her excitement. Although you may not necessarily see her, she is trying to taste the fog, wave her hand thru to feel the thickness and other idyllic distractions as she follows along.

"Oooops, sorry Hanz. Cannot see anything and I usually let Fluffy find her way." . Soon you see a pennant of the Silver Shields flying once again at your horse's shoulder. [b] lead the way oh gigantic one. Right here alongside you.[\b]

Oh, this will be fun RPing big and little nobrainers.

We like you too... GROUP HUG!!

Scene returns to Big and Little "Well-intentioned, not so bright stars"
As the sun starts to dip to the horizon, Kira spies the soft glow of Hardwick. At least she hopes it is Hardwick. Could be another village if they made out the wrong direction. Her eyes were sharp, but she needed a little height. Or perhaps Hanz could make out enough details, Hanz?u recognize the village waaaaaay up yonder? She says this as she breaks the saddle and gear from her medium sized wolf. ”Git on hunting. You should have more than enough speed left over to run down your choice of delectables. She breaks out her dog whistle and gives it a quick three burst of freedom to hunt signal. As she lopes into the underbrush, she turns to unpack her tent, a forlorn thought occurs to her, Hanz, This tent is big enough for me. Do you have something for a bit of comfort? She says this with a guilty conscience.

Kira does have flint and steel, but otherwise packed light (sans lanterns or torches)

Wind in her face, her pennant streaming a hardline whipsnapping at the pace Fluffy was setting. She slowed and stopped at the first rise to get her bearings, noticed Hanz struggling. Waving jovially, she circled around and kept her wolf at a steady matching lope of Hanz's steed. The grin never left her face, her chattering was meant as a distraction for Hanz discomfort and outlet for her own excitment. Her proudly flying pennant barely reaching the shoulder of his horse. "Sure thing, Mr Hanz. We can keep whatever pace makes you comfortable. We will get there exactly when we are needed. As my pappy said, Life is about the journey, not the destination. Smart man he is."

She'd offer to scout ahead to find a perfect camping spot(s). Cuz having choices are a luxury, which should be enjoyed while the option exists.

pardon the liberty
[cutaway scene: Colewin’s manor] Colewin spies Kira once again on the wrong side of the serving spoon. Her efforts, while appreciated, could be put to better use elsewhere. Noting that people coming back for seconds, although he was unsure if it was for the beef stew or because they wanted to bask in her glowing smile. It was prudent to get everyone a chance for field experience and to mature. Kira needed to make her mark and her wolf had pretty much purged all the small game and scared the bigger game away. Yes. Long overdue.
[/end scene]

Good afternoon folks.
I am confused, less people is desired yet I am invited?
Regardless here I am. I look forward to working out cavalier kinks.
On a more personal note, i work the graveyard shift so my posting will be at any and all hours.

I submit for your review and approval: Mira Burrfoot, Cavalier and her oversized wolf companion, Fluffy!

Still tweaking equipment lists and coming up to speed on Paizo in general. It has been a year long hiatus.

Kira Burrfoot
Female halfling cavalier 2 (Pathfinder RPG Advanced Player's Guide 32)
LN Small humanoid (halfling)