I'd rather not end it unless the GM or the other players aren't enjoying themselves. We can probably recruit other interested characters to replace the ones that are leaving?
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Myrandya appears a bit tongue-tied in the presence of the sheriff, but she nods violently at the suggestion they get something to eat and clean up. "I vould ffolunteer to vatch zhe prisoner after ve eat, boss!" she chirps nervously. "His magic sheems not to vork as vell on me. But I vould gladly not guard him alone-- perhaps ve could take turns?"
"He’s casht a raiment of command spell zhat makes you belieff he is a pershon of authority. Trusht me, my friends, he iz not vhat he claims to be." She squints at him. "I suggesht you surrender, peacock-man, if you do not vant me to ffill your cloak viss holes!"
Myrandya also draws her rifle on the peacock man. "Zhat izn't a marshal's badge," she says in a cool, quiet voice.
Steely Resolve: Steely Resolve (Ex) (Disciple's Doctrine pg. 23): Three times per day, as an immediate action when the vigilante fails a Will saving throw against a mind-affecting effect, the vigilante can delay the effect’s onset for a number of rounds equal to half his vigilante level, after which the vigilante is affected as normal by the entire effect. Rounds spent delaying the effect do not count toward the effect’s duration.
Myrandya nods at Nempura's instructions and prepares to follow through the teleportation portal.
Myrandya is not sure she understands what Nempura wants her to do. "Vhat? Ffery vell, here are zhe gauntlets, but I am not sure I am gettink vhat you vant me to do viss zhem. Do I put zhem on? Push shrough zhe vall? I vill attempt it, certainly. Zhere!"
Myrandya frowns. "Ve kannot get to you, because of zhis wall off force betveen us. And your vords do not vork? How lonk haff you been zhere? It may be zhat ve kannot do anyzhink for you. Do you haff any dyink reqveshts? Lasht vishes?" Though her words are a little callous, she does seem to genuinely want to help the goblin. When Nempura relates her intentions, Myrandya nods and touches the runes, planning to go back and inform the others what is happening, and conveying Nempura's suggestion that they all stay put.
Myrandya tries again to get the attention of the goblin. "Hey! Kin you hear me? Vhere did you kome from?"
Myrandya raises an eyebrow. "Fashinatink!" she declares. "Zhis vall off forsh, to protect such a small area! Perhaps shome sort of meetink room? You, goblin, vhere did you kom from? Zhe Fault? Do you know zhe ghostly goblin alchemist?" She looks back at the runes on the wall on their side. "Presumably zhese vill take us back to zhe ozhers, vonce ve are done shpeakink viss zhis... zhis person?" She's not sure if they are enemies or not.
Myrandya stands still and alert and secretly terrified as Nempura calmly treats with the ghost. Her eyes flit to the others in the group, asking silently, This isn't normal, is it? Is this what we are now? This isn't some terrible dream? The academic part of her mind is still very curious about the circles, and gratified to hear that it is possible to go through and come back, though the caveat that you have to have magic to get past an invisible wall sounds ominous.
She mutters, almost to herself, "Goblins fear zhe writink and belieff it vill shteal the soul avay. Perhaps zhis cultural wisdom vas not unfounded, giffen his new circumshtances?"
Myrandya looks around wildly and fingers her chemicals at her belt. She chirps to the air, "Whoeffer is zhere, I vill blow you to kinkdom come if you approach me. Zhese liqvids are explosive unt ffery dangerous! Do not make me use zhem on you!"
Hearing a click from down the hall, Roja, looks towards Myrandya and asks, "Did you hear that?" Myrandya nods, a delayed reaction-- her expression is obviously annoyed, so perhaps that is why she is distracted. She keeps looking around wildly, and almost jumping from convincing herself that someone invisible is present. "An inffisible opponent, vell, I vould opine it vas anozher ffungal fphantom, but I do not believe zhey hunt viss poison or traps. Maybe zhere is a humanoid crrreature in here viss us zhat has hidden itshelf viss magic?" She snorts, as if the idea is a personal affront of some kind, and continues to look every which way in paranoid alertness.
"Zhat iss poison," Myrandya hisses. "And our tracks haff been erased. Ve must be extra-vary!"
Myrandya pulls out her survival kit and follows Wes, trying like him to find some evidence of tracks or signs that point to what left the strange coating on the door.
Myrandya obviously doesn’t want to stay behind, looking at the floor when Nempura requests volunteers.
Myrandya seems to be burning with curiosity about the portal, judging by how she often looks back towards it. She smiles a toothy grin when Nempura agrees that they should explore it. "Perhaps ve vill diskoffer vhat has happened to zhis 'Professor' on zhe ozher side," she says loudly to herself.
Myrandya hangs around, but is clearly a little fearful of cave-ins. "Zhis couldn't haff been anozher vay out, could it?" She is curious about the buried items, but doesn't see how to excavate them. "Ve should probably clear it, but shafely. Did ve she any shoffels or picks in zhe expedition's eqvipment?"
Myrandya smiles back without showing her pointed teeth and uncomfortably tries to brush off Pan Pan's unfiltered gratitude. "Ach, it is nothink. Happy to help out a fellow offisher! Zhat is my job, after all-- vhen my patients are shtill aliffe, hahaha!" She stands there awkwardly for a moment, blinking, not sure if her joke was funny or not.
Myrandya catches up with everyone else just in time to see Pan Pan get poked by a needle. The gnomish alchemist rushes up beside her and begins looking her over, despite her protests that she is fine. "Allow me," she suggests, "I am a doktor, I know vhat I am doink. Vis some healink ointments and a bit of powdered reagents-- like so! Zhere! Almost good-as-new!"
Myrandya nods happily, dipping her tiny fingers into each vial and tasting a drop gingerly.
Myrandya shrugs and follows. There should be plenty of time to look at the teleportation circle after they have confirmed the rest of the area is clear.
Myrandya shrugs and decides to take a look at the magic circle, to see for herself what it does. She vaguely remembers deciding the other one was a teleportation circle, and so she is careful not to step inside as she examines it.
Myrandya takes the gauntlets, grunting to lift them, and with a quick look around to make sure there is nothing else in here she scampers back out of the vault. "Efferyvone, I haff zhem. Shee here!"
"I am tsrough!" Myrandya calls. "Zhere are glowink runes-- zhey are qvite ominous in zhis haze." She laughs uncomfortably. "I can shee vhere zhe sword vonce hunk. Zhere is ash efferyvhere. An iron chest! I vill shee if I can open it." She examines the chest to see if there are any obvious locks or traps. If she doesn't see any, she will try to push back the lid.
Myrandya shrugs. "I vill go, I shuppose. If zhere is anyvone hidink in ambush in zhere, zhey are more likely to miss me." She steps forward to the edge of the smoke, then pushes her hands in, then her face, then the rest of her body. If she is unharmed, she will poke around with her hands, trying to identify what objects are hidden in the vault.
Myrandya sniffs the air with trepidation, hoping she can identify the smell of poison before it kills her. She peers past Roja, attempting to see what is causing the smoke. "Perhapsh it is linkerink dust and debris from zhe dynamite zhat makes it sho smoky?" she suggests. She frowns. That wouldn't have gotten inside the vault, would it?
Just curious, how is it supposed to go? Please tell me we weren't supposed to blow it open with bombs? :D
Myrandya looks surprised by Roja's skill with disabling devices, but rather than the admission making her suspicious it seems to impress her. "How fashinatink! My fazher vas alsho interested in zhe mechanical vorkinks of faults and tsings like zhat. Vhat a lucky bit of family hishtory for us! Can you hear anytsink? Maybe shome symbols sound different to ozhers?" She awkwardly steps closer and peers at Roja's tools in what might be an attempt to be supportive.
Myrandya looks over the map they have and doesn't see any obvious clues, so she joins Nempura in looking at the symbols on the door. She tries to pool her knowledge with her fellow Ranger, in the hopes that together they might piece together some kind of idea for opening it.
Myrandya pauses. This design reminded her of her father's vault, a place of safekeeping valuable objects by means of a coded pattern. "A... fault?" she mutters. Where had she heard something about a vault recently? She stands stock-still, racking her brain, before it finally dawns on her. Why were they here? Of course, because they were looking for Roderick's vault, where he hid the gauntlets! "The fault!" she cries. "Sis must be zhe fault zhat Roderick vas talkink about!" Her flash of inspiration fades as she realizes that she has no idea what the combination could be. "Ah, Scheisse," she breathes. "Roderick alsho shaid zhe map holds zhe key. Vhere ish zhe map? Vere zhere any of tsese rrunes upon it anyvhere?" She looks around for the others, suddenly afraid at being alone in this unfamiliar place. She breathes a sigh of relief when she sees Roja returning. "Yes, I tsink so. Shee tsese shymbols here? I tsink zhey are a short of combination lock. Perhaps zhe object off our qvest is just behind zhis door!"
Myrandya shivers, unwilling to voice her fear that the professor may have suffered a terrible accident. She examines the destruction, the rubble, and the carving of the seven-pointed star.
Myrandya follows behind Nempura, trying to also remain unobtrusive. She still has her gnome-sized rifle out, and she looks a little manic as they scan around for enemies. Perhaps she has not often been involved in a shoot-out? Her breath is very quick and her hands and eyes are twitching slightly.
Myrandya blinks, her attention to the injured man faltering briefly as she curiously thinks about this new information.
Myrandya looks dubious. "Zhat bullet vent ferry stronkly srough hiss flesh, but if you are sure I vill shee vhat I can do for him." She shoulders her rifle and gingerly approaches the fallen man that is still breathing. She looks over his wounds and then attempts to staunch the bleeding.
Myrandya blushes slightly when Nempura alludes to her shooting down two of the men, but she prudently keeps her Winchester rifle pointed at the one who surrendered. She can't keep the interest off her features when the man mentions someone called "The Professor", however.
Sheesh, I am putting this here to try and remind myself to use Myrandya's Tactical Analysis ability. It's only a move action, so I should be able to do it often, but I never remember. :(
I wonder if pistol-whipping might require martial weapon proficiency? Without it, characters would add a penalty to their attack roll, which seems appropriate for characters like Myrandya that are not melee fighters at all. Another possibility might be to treat the butt as an improvised weapon, though that would give the penalty to everyone who doesn't have the Catch Off-Guard feat.
Myrandya looks almost shocked as she spots the hombre taking a shot and blasts him onto the floor. She sighs and takes aim at the remaining enemy. "Anyvon else vant to keep shootink at us?" she says in what she would like to be a menacing tone (but it isn't). Readied action (looks like he is going to fire again at them):
Myrandya, who has been following behind the party in the shadows, lets out a cry of shock at the suddenness of the attacks. Then, embarrassed at blowing her cover, she waves her hand in the direction of the gunmen and mutters "I vas nefer here," in what she hopes is a convincingly magical gesture. Then she sighs and draws her rifle, and checks that it is loaded. If bullets are already flying, she reasons, she may have to fire a round or two herself and it would be best to be ready. She sights the largest enemy who is still armed and readies to fire at him if he should continue the attacks on her or her allies. Readied action (fire at enemy who fires at us):
I thought I had posted here that I was going away on a cruise for two weeks, but it looks like it didn't make it here! Sorry! Anyway, I'm back. If you'd like to say that Myrandya is still sitting outside waiting for you to exit the stone house, that's fine, or she could have gotten curious and rejoined the party before they headed down the stairs.
Myrandya shyly watches from the shadows, hoping to go unnoticed with all the activities of the others.
"Sheems ve cannot go anyvhere vitsout stumblink upon bandits, ja?" Myrandya mutters. "If you vill be goink in, zhen I vill be goink too. Qvietly, ja, viss great care und my mixtures ready to tsrow." She unstoppers a vial on her belt and knocks it back. It causes her to shiver slightly and widen her eyes as if she has become more alert. The little demonic gnome then follows carefully behind Nempura.
Myrandya blinks in surprise. "Are you sure you don't vant to shee vhere zhe shirkle goesh before ve sheal it avay? Maybe it teleports to right outshide of our town, or to shome sort of treasure fault?" She sounds particularly curious.
While Wes is working on mending his weapon, Myrandya takes the opportunity to look at the chains. "Unffortunately, I do not tsink my rifle can do enough damage to affect zhem. I am not the mosht, er, nimble off our company, vhich is vhy I vas callink for Roja. But I do not know if she vill be any better zhan me at pullink you out off zhese chains, good dvarf."
"Oh, ja, do not vorry, ve vill help you out off here. Ve vork for zhe sheriff of Rosler's Coffer, viss zhe informal title off 'Rosler's Rangers'." She laughs uncomfortably, and calls back to Isabella. "Roja, perhaps you vould know shometsink about openink zhe lock on zhese chainsh?" She cocks her head to one side. "Do you know anytsink about a shirkle of runes, posshibly for teleportink? One of our number is inveshtigatink it as ve shpeak, sho anytsink you may haff heard might be ffery usheful to her."
Myrandya shakes her head. "Ve haff not yet found it, but chin oop, at least you are aliffe and vell, relatiffely shpeakink. Let's shee aboot gettink you out off tsese chains?" She gives the lock a cursory look and frowns. "Hmm. Ve may haff to shoot it open. Unless..." She looks hopefully to Pan Pan. "Do you tsink you can break zhem open?"
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