Thrusting his hand out, the bard shouts, "Flash!" Attempting to dazzle the creature with a multitude of lights.
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"Indeed, was a fine battle friends. It will certainly make a fine story to told at the museum, Haha.
Taking advantage of the moment, Regi brings his pistol to bare on the stunned frogman firing one barrel. DMG
RD2 Quickly reloading his weapon, the bard pulls a wand it's own holster opposite his gun's and lets loose with a blast of blazing color on the nearest boggard while avoiding catching his friends in the blast zone.
Climbing inside the big half-orc's backpack, Regi looks a bit like a comical baby. Peering out he says,"You'll all appreciate this if something decides to make an attack on us on the way down." sounding a bit defensive as he does so.
Having spent the evening spent the evening discussing the battle with Grutsnik and how often he had come across things such as those they fought, Regi forgot to become involved the others in there research. Looking fresh as ever the next morning ready for a new day, the halfling wakes the others as he prepares breakfast. "Wake up ya lazy louts. Yer breakfast is gonna either cool or be eaten by somethin' else, hehehe." Sitting on a stone, he lights his scrimshaw pipe and drinks a cup of coffee. "Alex,my friend, care to join me for a smoke?" he says looking quite content in the dawns light. "What'd you guys figure 'bout these here stones last night?" he ask as he pulls a small notebook from his satchel and prepares to take some notes.
Straightening his clothes and loading his pistol, Reginald walks over to his friends,"Good grief, that tree was mean one. I'm pretty sure that is one exhibit I might leave out of my house of Mwangi Curiousities, hahaha." Looking around he sees the porters have all moved on from this world, "Those fellas had no luck at all I'm afraid. Gonna have to make sure we comp their folks. Harsh life out here and all, but it is the custom"
In one smooth motion, the little 'slinger breaks the pistol open,slams two cartridges in and flips the barrels back into place as he raises the gun inline with twigman in front of him. "Sorry old boy, but business is business." Again both barrels roar to life in effort to blow the plant man to bits. AS the smoke cloud follows the thunder clap, Regi glances at Lori. "Worry not darlin',we're about to get the hell out of here."
RD 2
Seeing that the tree is actually attacking people, Regi brings his pistol to bear on the vicisous flora. "Imagine the money we could make with that big fella! Till then, eat this." The little gunslinger opens up with both barrels hoping blow a sizeable chunk from the beast.
Round 1, AC 20, Intit.17, Health 62/62 (-7 NL) "Well sh!*...." Reginald says at the sudden rendering to kindling of the little stick man. "Done is done I suppose." he thinks to himself as he draws Equalizer and cast a spell upon Grutsnick. Suddenly the burden of carrying the canoe is lifted from the great barbarian's shoulders allowing him to move freely as the river.
Tilting his hat back a bit on his forehead he wipes the sweat with rag and says, "Boy oh boy it is hot today."
Checking his pistol and shortsword are in place,Regi moves along with the hulking half-orc. "Wish I could lend you hand friend, but I have not the stature to render such a assistance. I will instead assure you have that chance to toss our aquatic conveance should the need arise. If things come to it, I have the ability to give the momentary strength to carry despite having shouldered a severe load."
"Well that sounds like a job for Grutsnick to me!"
"In fact they are, Lorelei. They always get louder when they are about to dine on human flesh...or so I was told once by a little bald fellow."
"It's not the fish, Barker, but the Screaching Eels that worry me." he says with a grin. Finishing up the maintenance on his pistol, the gunslinger gives it spin around his finger holstering it in one smooth motion. "Well. Who's first in the chute for watch this fine evening?"
With a laugh Regi responds,"Grutsnick, ol' boy, that was the best I've ever been on! In fact it was so good I should hope to never have another, hahahaha. Casting Prestedigitation on everyone who still needs drying out or cleaning up, Reginald sits down beside Grutsnick and begins his evening equipment maintenance. "They are going go crazy for this story back home,Gruts. One of these days we may be able to take every piece of gold them jokers from the north have to their names."
Regi struggles again to reach for some form of safety to pluck him from the jaws of death. Seeing the giant bat winging around above him, the small gunslinger makes a grab for his friend.
"Holy smokes,boys! Regi yells as he gets tossed out of the water as often as he he is in it.
Swimming hard for Grutsnick's rope, Regi's hand slips at first, but he quickly regains a firm hold and pulls hard
While agile enough in the water to avoid danger, the currents are far stronger than the little man's muscles. Reginald continues his valiant fight.
After again using his little mummy hand to cast mage hand to carry a large leaf over his head and a round of prestidigitation to dry and clean his clothes, Regi walks along puffing on his pipe looking quite content. "Quite right." he says to Barker between puffs. "Remember, though, when we were out here...what, 3 years ago now, and the thing collapsed on us under the weight of the water on it. Was actually quite funny to that rich fella you were escorting on his real "Mwangi Safari" get drenched, haha."
"Sounds fair enough to me."says the halfling as he prepares himself a "comfortable" place to rest. Arranging a patch of large leaves on top of each other he uses his small mummified hand to raise them above his head and takes up residence under the now floating canopy. "Love this little trinket. Feel sorry for the fella who used to be attached to though."finishing the thought with a shrug and a introspective rub of his chin.
"Hahaha. Barker, have you ever thought about taking the path of the bard? It might be far more lucrative than hunting. In fact I have a bit of a mueseum back home in Andoran. You might want to come back there with me when this is all done." After finding the largest elephant's ear leaf he can to keep the rain from his head, Reginald ask,"So how are the watches working tonight? I have some things to discuss with Gruts about our potential for getting about and wreaking havoc. I would say it is wise to pair off with someone whose skills compliment your own. Grutsnick can handle things up close and personal like. whereas, I would prefer to keep a bit of distance between myself and the toothier parts" he finishes with a grin.
"I think I knew that snake. I believe he said his name was Bill. Can you imagine, a snake calling himself Bill???", says Reginald in his typical halfing way.
Grinning at Grutnick's response, Regi responds,"We shall have to wait and see, Grutsnick, my friend. But, I see that this arrangement has some wonderful possiblities that will need further consideration!"
Upon hearing Barker mentioning the the hulking half-orc having to haul people around, Reginald scratches his chin and says with a smile, "How opposed would ya be to havin' another 50 pounds in your ruck, Grut?"
"There is no need to worry about the traps in the ruins, Grutsnick. I have ways of dealing with such trivial annoyances. You gents might want to invest in some lighter clothes next time we are near civilization. I sport these khaki's I picked up while on an expedition in Vudra. Jungles there are as hot as any and three times as humid as the Mwangi. But, there are things here in the Expanse that just cannot be compared with when it comes to adventure!"
"While those critters can be a bit of a handful if they catch ya slippin', they don't offer much in the way of trouble if they don't. I nearly got caught up by one about four years ago when I was in the temple Shashoos. I was looking for a little idol and when I came across this nifty little trinket.",Regi says holding a small mummified hand."Little sucker lets me lift things from a distance whenever I feel like it! Anyway, I was looking for this idol when I made a wrong turn and stumbled right into a damned web.Vicisous little sh!# came a runnin' nearly had me for lunch. Good thing I had come across ol' Equalizer here. Waited till it was right on me and let him have it with both barrels." Spreading his arms wide and saying,"Made a horrible mess, thank Desna for prestidigitation! Hahah."
"Stop playing with the damned thing and kill it, boys."
Seeing that the battle will soon come to a close, Reginald quickly scans the, now very lit, campgrounds for a second wave holding and reloading his pistol. Holding the round in his hand, Regi says "Replenish." The empty spot in his cartridge case quickly replaced by another round.
Rd 2,Inti. 27 Seeing the spell has done its job, Reginald brings his pistol online with the currently unengaged beasty. "Watch this, boys, you might learn something." With a gentle squeeze ot its trigger, Equalizer roars to life.
Waking with a start at the giant orc's call, Regi rolls to his feet drawing Equalizer with lightining speed. "Took them girls a bit longer to come a knocking than I thought it would." Pointing a finger at the nearest spider and dropping his thumb like a hammer, Reginald shouts "BOOM!" causing an intense burst of light in front of the creature's face. "Let's see ya close all eight of them eyes, darlin'."
"Well Finnian, if you were were interested in this bit of modern marveldom strapped to my hip, then what better time than on watch to give ya a good look at it.", Reginald says, offering to take the first watch with the duelist. "And if by what I know of that little pig sticker on your side is true, then firearms are likely to be your cup of tea one day,especially these little guys.",he finishes patting the gun on his thigh. Pulling a little rhomboid gem from his vest pocket and tossing it in the air,Regi simply says, "Light.", and the gem sticks in place hovering in a lazy orbit around his head casting about much light as a torch. "Little buggers come in handy in the darker parts of the world." After checking his cartridge case and other effects were in place for duty, he snuffs the stone and prepares for his watch. "Gonna slip into the shadows cast by the fire. Bein' a little guy can be advantageous if ya use it right, but when ya don't it makes you a snack, haha. I'll be within a couple of feet at any given time, Fin."
Sitting at the front of his canoe enjoying this little raft ride down on this beautiful country's rivers, a spry halfling in a linen vest and calf length pants rest with his back against the side of the boat. A brown derby sporting a cockatrice tail feather rest over his face. Smoke gently drifts out of his scrimshaw pipe as he polishes an ornate device of peculiar make. Not moving to look at the commotion in the river as it was not near enough to warrant concern, but close enough to warrant him flipping switch on the side of his device. His pistol, as you've heard him call it, breaks open and he slides a paper tube into each of the barrels. Flipping it back together he, Regi slips the gun back into its holster and continues puffing on his pipe. "Beautiful place, this country. Dangerous, but beautiful. Been here a long time, friend, and it always has so much more to give...or take if ya can find it." Tipping the derby back a bit he glances back and adds with a smile,"And I plan on taking it all. Even the silliest pieces of junk you find in some of the tombs here you can sell to the rubes new to the colonies for half their cash. Sucker born every minute and most of 'em come here from Cheliax lookin' to get there mitts on their piece of the colonial pie, hahaha." With that he leans back again relaxing against the hull his hand on the gently resting on the grip of his fine double-barreled pistol.
Ready to rock if there are no issues with my sheet.
Bilbo Bang-Bang's Submission (changed the name to one I already had a profile for) Look here for a good time:
"So you're heading out into the Expanse? Well, I was heading that way myself. I'll tell ya that it isn't an easy place to adventure and its pretty damned hard to just live there, but I know quite a bit about the people an' creatures what live there. If there is one thing you need in Mwangi, it's someone who knows the difference between the tribes and the pecualiarities of that part of the world. Who am I?", the little man wearing a brown felt derby and large caliber pistol on his side ask. "Name's "Professor" Reginald Fezziweg. Purveyor of antiquities and curiousities. I've seen a lot of things an' been a alot of places, but the Mwangi is the strangest of the bunch. Things there you ain't ever gonna see anywhere else in Golarion,friend. Luck happens to be walking with you today. If it weren't, you'd a bumped into some fool who'd of just led ya astray. Let me grab my gear an' we'll get ta talkin' 'bout yer little safari." and with that he bounds off to grab a well worn, but well made pack turning his to look at you over his shoulder, adding, "I can't wait to tell about you some of the things I've seen in that land, friend.Hope ya don't have a nervous ticker, hahaha." Reginald is part P.T. Barnum, part Indiana Jones.He will fill the slot of a skill monkey rogue type with a battle field control ranged fighting type. I'll wait to choose my pistol and gear till you've decided if you want this character and we have a chance to discuss such things. Thanks! Bilbo 3/4 character sheet minus gear in profile
Say there, Friend I here you may be in need of a man with and able arm and a quick wit. If this be the case,then you need search no further for you have found Andoran's favorite son. My blade is he only thing which can match the speed of my wit. I have served proudly aboard more 'en one ship'o the line in proud support of our common goal and would eagerly lend the strength of my songs and speed of blade to you and yours. Ifin' ya find me to your liking, you may investigate my credintials further. Until then I shall be making my way down at the local tavern as the folks about here look like they could stand to have their innards tickled by bit of jocularity at the Chelish Royals expense!
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