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Without rising from the ground, Lirianne reloads her weapon, closes one eye, and fires at the sniper that hit her, hoping to pay him back in kind.

Pistol vs Touch: 1d20 + 5 - 4 ⇒ (12) + 5 - 4 = 13
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 5

Deadeye to shoot beyond range increment without penalty

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Actually Ulisha already got her on her feet, but feel free to throw some more HP her way.

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Stabalize: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (8) + 4 = 12

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As the assassins spring into the camp and draw first blood, Lirianne drops the cloth she was using to polish her weapon, calmly swings it up to point at the one outlined by the fire's flickering light, and fires.

Pistol vs Touch: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (13) + 5 - 2 = 16
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 8

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Lirianne glances around at all the possible avenues of approach, and decides to simply plant herself by the fire to cover all possible angles, then starts a watch for oncoming foes.

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (17) + 7 = 24

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"Same way the assassins did I'm guessing. A bit of pleasant conversation and a well placed bribe."
Says the gunslinger in response to Ulisha's question as she draws her weapon and checks for the hundredth time that day that it's clean, well oiled, and loaded.
"Oh, by the way, the Vessels are on their way. Should be here shortly I'm guessing. You didn't exactly make it tough to spot your hidey hole."
She adds with a glance up at the smoke trailing into the sky from the camp fire.

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In

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"Lead the way."

Says Lirianne distractedly as she cleans and polishes her pistol with a scrap of oiled cloth.

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Gather info: 1d20 ⇒ 6

Lirianne asks around for anyone who might be interested in purchasing some rare alchemical commodities, but her brusque manner and intimidating demeanor do her no favors and she's unable to convince anyone to tell her much.

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Lirianne calmly turns to face the eastern spider, raises her pistol again, takes a moment to steady her aim, and fires another shot into the canopy.

Pistol vs Touch: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (12) + 5 = 17
damage: 1d8 ⇒ 7

Then she gives a slight, self satisfied nod as she reloads again while more leaves and branches drift down to the forest floor, followed by yet more spider bits.

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Lirianne calmly raises her pistol towards the spider crouched in the branches above, and pulls the trigger, flinching not even slightly at the sudden explosion of noise and sulfurous smoke.

Pistol vs Touch: 1d20 + 5 - 2 ⇒ (15) + 5 - 2 = 18
Damage: 1d8 ⇒ 6

Her bullet rips through the canopy, sending down a scattering of leaves and branches, followed shortly by a gigantic twitching leg leaking foul ichor.

A faint flicker of a smile flits across her face as, moving with practiced ease, she calmly reloads her weapon while her companions bustle around the battlefield.

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A tall lithe Half Elf saunters in and takes a seat as the group is discussing setting out on the next leg of their mission.

"Heard at the local lodge you folks are a man down. Thought I'd come join up, help ya see this through." She says casually, as she draws an ornate but battered pistol from a leather holster and begins to carefully clean and oil it. Then, offhandedly she adds

"Oh, and sorry about your friend."

Tagging in for Crowe.

Diplo Gather Info: 1d20 ⇒ 14