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Reigar immediately begins to reload his musket, watching his companions engage the goblins fiercely. The gnome works with quick efficiencey, pulling the horn cap open and into the small musket he wields. Then expertly loading another bullet and setting the charge. He works with such swiftness that the whole task seems to be natural to him.
"You attacked them first! How do I know you won't do that to me?! You were supposed to be a friend, but now you are helping this necromancer. I have to protect myself and these that I see as my friends! If you aren't one of them so be it!" Reigar yells back at Natalie while he furiously begins to reload his musket, keeping a scrutinizing eye in the direction of the woman.
Reigar watches as the event unfolds. After trying his hardest to keep everyone calm and peaceful, it all falls apart. Seeing his friends move against the necromancer, even if he is no real threat, confuses the gnome as to why such actions would be necessary if they could negotiate or trick Kelvin. Then when one of their "own" targets the rest of them with a spell, Reigar is left utterly fuddled as to who is his friend and who is not. Lacking any concept of human norms, social structure, or friendship leaves the little gnome with no foundation as to how to act. He quickly assesses the current situation as best as possible. Must take course of action that is mutually beneficial to the greatest number of my colleagues. Kelvin is a threat, neutralized by Lucius and Lucian. Goblins are disgusting, no immediate threat that Fergor or Hagnar cannot eliminate. Natalie...fiend?...ally?...threat?...enemy? Unable to form a solid conclusion Reigar reacts as a confused child and based on natural impulse. Seeing the female wizard cast a spell, that seemed bent on harming the others, forces the gunslinger to react in order to preserve himself and his friends. The young gnome grimaces and lets out a shriek of dismay as he turns and fires his small, yet powerful, musket at the woman.
I will say that because of his personality and desires that Reigar is going to try to remain neutral to the allies. He is young and naive, still not quite grasping human social concepts and such. If things get particularly violent by the time his slot to act comes up then Reigar is going to react to protect himself and minimize casualties.
"As I said, good sir, I personally see no need for harm to any people. Even if I do have a problem with goblins. We can devise a peaceful solution. Though, you'll need to convince my compatriots here that you mean no ill will and shall accompany us back without resistance." Reigar says with a wide arm sweep gesturing to everyone else. Then spins and flourishes his musket, but keeps it in his hands. Prepared. The gnome looks expectantly to the others. "We can make this work, right fellows? "
As the tension grows in the air Reigar takes note of Natalie's urge to avoid conflict and the others' propensity to create it. He smacks the butt of his musket on the floor and clears his throat rather loudly to get attention. "Ahem! Men! Perhaps we should listen to our fair lady, she has impeccable logic, as I say again and again. This man may have not a thing to do with recent events, Jedale did inform us of the band of rogues out on the roads. However, sir, I beg your pardon. We would like you to accompany us, if not at least to speak with the head of the guard back at the keep to clear these misconceptions. Please, everyone, stay your blades for now. And my good host, I strongly insist you come willingly. Not only are these men quite eager to create more damage, but there are also a group of armed men from the keep on their way up the stairs to check on our safety. There is no need for this to be more than a small hiccup in establishing new agreements." The gnome completes his small speech with a polite bow and tip of his hat, along with a slight wink to his companions.
At the sight of the goblins being felled and their current dilemma, Reigar slowly approaches the door and listens to the chatter of those around him. The little gnome taps his musket on the door and listens closely, almost as if trying to hear a response. "If we have rope and the proper gear, yes, let the monkey climb. However, if we do not. I suggest we try alternate ways. Are we certain there is no other doors? No underground tunnel with a door hidden next to a tree? Or no magical spell wrapping this door closed? Maybe, if someone here perchance knows how to, we can ask the goblins to let us in. Trick them into doing so."
Reigar jumps in glee as he watches the goblin fall from the tower with a thump. He turns to the wizard as he begins to move towards the trees separating him from the rest of the group. "Ah-ha! See milady, we make a dynamic duo! Just you wait, soon we shall be seeing the wonders and mysteries of the unknown, be written as legends, and live happily ever after!" He finishes with a wink and starts moving with a swiftness to help the rest of the group. Once he makes it into the cover of the trees and out of sight he begins to reload his musket.
Reigar quickly pulls his musket up to take aim at one of the goblins atop the tower. The small gnome musters up the most confident voice he can and shouts at the foes he is about to fire upon. "Avast, ye rotten beasts! How dare you attempt to harm the fair maiden!" As he finishes his words the young gunslinger takes careful aim, noticing all the wind patterns around him and his trajectory. Then with cool and calm ease he lets loose another deadly shot.
Reigar watches the fighter's arrow get carried away by the wind. He lifts his hat in the air, looking at it intently then sets it back upon his head. [b] "Don't forget to compensate for conditions my dear companions." [/dice] Reigar then pulls up his musket, mustering his ability to keep it steady in the current weather. He squints his eyes, searching for a goblin to move closer to the edge. He sees one, takes a slow breath and squeezes the trigger of his trusty musket letting the roar of the shot ring in the air as the bullet is sent flying through the rain to an unsuspecting and foul creature.
Reigar nods in silence as he listens to the group prepare and formulate an attack. He pulls his musket from it's strap on his back and ensures it is loaded and ready. "Aye, I shall see to it that we provide quite an adequate attack and allow you all to get in close. Come, let's try to catch them on their heels, shall we go to the north?" Reiger will move silently and keeping even lower, hoping the weather will provide cover to not be noticed while peering up to see any movement or foes.
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Reigar brings his index finger to his chin in thought. "Ah, yes! I could use about 10 of these, to adequately use the resources I currently have. But I will indeed be back for more of your service when my group returns from our venture." Rain drizzles of in a steady stream from the brim of the gnome's hat. Despite the dreary weather he is still peppy though. He trudges along from the rear, thinking in silence of the Tower that he was warned about and this group of potential friends. He listens idly to the chatter of the group and their plans to enter the tower and overcome the resistance of any goblins. "Ahem, if I may so kindly suggest. Dear dwarf, you may be good with a sling, however, I would not mind ridding the world of the disgusting things myself. They do pose an eyesore to myself. Plus, with my musket it shan't be a truly difficult challenge. Though again, I am here to lend my services as I am not quite sure what plans you fine gents may have come up with this particular task."
GM: As the rest of the group wander off to converse and talk strategy, Reigar meanders off, lost in his current task. He searches the square to find the smithy, then once he catches the aroma of a furnace and hears the clanging of a hammer the gnome hones in and follows it to the source. He stumbles on the doorway entering the smithy and falls in a clamor. Swiftly, Reigar jumps to his feet, dusting himself off and picking up his hat he smoothly transitions into a bow looking down at his feet. "Ahem, excuse me. I was sent here to attain the aid of Rafe the smith, by a mutual acquaintance. Francois assured me that you did very great work for him and that I could also employ your services for my unique task. I am in need of an amount of these." The gnome looks up presenting a bullet in his hand for inspection while he places his hat back upon his head.
While Reigar and Zirrel are walking away from the young man, the gnome's mind starts to ponder his last words. He is lost in the thought of exploring an anomaly of the world, trying to find out its secrets, and learning anything he can of the mystery. A tower that disappears and reappears, people go up and don't come back down. What kind of power can do that? What could it be hiding? As he is lost in thought he is jostled back to reality when the elf moves quickly next to him. Reigar watches the exchanges, unawares about what has happened or why the young woman from their group was on the ground. The curious gnome can see the tension in the face of one of the fighters. He quickly walks up, cheery as always, "Ahoy, fellows! See that we have reconvened out of some chance of fate. I am by chance on the way to replenish my stock of ammunition. This good elf here, Zirrel, has been nice enough to accompany me. How fares your day? Besides a seemingly senseless bout of wits between folk that are of different categories?"
GM and Zirrel: Reigar fishes through his pockets, jingling miscellaneous coins about. He finally amounts to finding 75 golden coins that he extends out to the young man. "I do believe this is the correct amount you are asking for my good fellow? Now, is there anything I need to do to acquire the bullets from the smith?"
GM and Zirrel: When the duo find Francois, the gnome seems to get quite filled with glee at the sight of the device. [b]"Ah! You have a mighty fine work of art here my dear friend! My father made a couple himself, though I was never allowed to leave with one. We called these rifles. My current possession is a musket, it doesn't have quite the range that yours does, but can still hit as hard. I am mighty fascinated with your gun Francois. Perhaps, we should have a little target shooting some day? As for the powder, could you by chance part with 8-10 doses of it?"
GM and Zirrel: "Ah! Yes, I remember her. Seemed awfully cautious of our group. Thank you for pointing me in the right direction my fine dear. Come friend, my search takes me elsewhere now." Reigar pulls on the sleeve of the elf as he bids the Guild-lady farewell. The little gnome hustling quickly to try and find what he needs.
Zirrel and GM: Reigar glances up at the elves inquiry. "I have had some...encounters. In all honesty, good mate, I have not done a lot of expeditions. Most of my interactions occurred within my guild-home and a few ventures to large capital markets nearby." As the woman looks to the pair the gnome raises his hand high to wave her down for her attention. Then he clears his throat and replies. "Well, ma'am. I am actually in search of an alchemist. Or mayhaps even a merchant of eccentric items. Oh, even a tinkerer or explorer may be of aid. Ah, it would do best to show you." With that Reigar unstraps his musket and holds it in his hands then retrieves his powder horn and empties some into his hand. "My mechanism here functions with the use of this powder to create fantastical energy and force that sounds with a loud crack and propels projectiles, such as small round metal orbs known as bullets, in order to cause harm to the foul things that threaten me. I am in need of both this black powder and bullets, the round metal balls. Do you by chance have anybody here that can be of aid?"
Hearing the elf's request before leaving, Reigar turns his head over his shoulder and replies in the elves native tongue. "Khila amin! Amin ve' nae sehan faer i' gwaith. Amin n'rangwa edanea." With that Reigar smiles slyly and beckons the elf to follow as he leaves. Translation: Follow me. I like to travel with "The People." I do not understand these humans."
"Well lads, with that I bid you adieu until the morn. Unless I shall see you tonight for some drinks. I must be off to gather more supplies for the next venture I shall be departing on with you fine folk." Reigar hops down from the chair and grabs his hat. He neatly places it atop his head and tips the brim to the people he left at the table. Remembering Jadale's directions the small gnome makes his way through the keep to the Guildhouse firstly, looking to see if he can find a way to acquire more powder for his musket or any fellow gunslingers and tinkerers. Not many people notice the little gnome as he walks swiftly past them and under their legs in the market. Once arriving to the Guildhouse he knocks simply and awaits an answer and more information.
"OOH YEAH! The stony fellow is right ma'am. Twas a ginormous snake! And it was yours truly that felled the cruel thing. I let loose a brilliant shot, I do tell you it was nothing short of spectacular. The foul thing had no idea what hit it, mostly because my shot tore a hole right through it." The gnome retells the battle while bouncing excitedly in his chair. It is clear he has not felled many things in his short time adventuring.
Reigar drinks his ale slowly, taking in the situation at hand. The task being offered, the new companion, and the plan of action. "Well, fella's to be completely honest. I haven't the faintest idea of how to go about on such expeditions. Just getting here to the keep was my first long journey. Some of you obviously yield much more in the field of experience than I. I will yield my mind and mighty musket wherever it is needed. I shall need to first replenish my resources. Jadale, is there by chance an alchemist I could seek the aid of?" Reigar finishes with a wink, then takes off his top hat and dusts it off before placing it neatly on the back of his chair. The little gnome rustles his hands through his brazenly colored blue hair. He whistles at an attractive village female walking by then quickly recovers composure, forgetting that he was in the presence of Jadale. He gives a slight cough to cover up the embarrassment.
The lively little gnomes makes his way into the tavern, coming back from the market. Still having his brightly adorned hat donned, he tips it to a barmaid and motions for one ale as he makes his way towards the group of companions that seem to be having an engaging conversation. He pulls up a chair from nearby, of course more like a heaving than slight pull. Then climbs his way into the seat and stands on it to be at eye level with the others. "Oy! My compatriots! By the looks of these maps and the face on our cold dwarven friend, this resembles a planning party. Am I mistaken? How much fame, glory, and wealth do we have to earn from this venture? Speaking of, is that by chance our reward from Lady Jadale? I would appreciate one of you fine gents handing my share to me." The gnome finishes with a polite gesture towards the bag of coin and his friends. He sips on his ale and listens intently on the discussion of the next journey they are to make.
" 'Tis no worry madam! You have a group of fair adventures here, willing to defend your peaceful lives. Not to mention, I do despise the nasty vile creatures myself, so I will not turn down such an opportunity to rid pleasant people of this keep of the goblins! Now, off to the market!" The gnome turns away from Jadale and walks towards the vendors and shops. Searching for anybody that may be selling adventuring wares. Especially, interested in any merchants selling ammunition and powder for his gun.
The little gnome just observes curiously/ My, how men become so interested in items of war. How their kingdoms last so long without eating themselves inside out, I have no idea. Reigar shrugs his shoulders and turns to follow Natalie on the way out of the cellars. Strapping his musket to his back and happy about the job being complete the quirky little gnome walks with a hop in his step.
Reigar watches the fighter take off in the direction of the other group. Not knowing what he might have heard the gnome finishes loading his gun and follows suit. "Catch up when you can dear! I can't let this buffoon go off on his own now, can I?" Reigar shouts to the dwarf and wizard still standing amongst the signs of their fight.
The gnome yelps with glee as his shot connects precisely. Even though it narrowly passes the fighter. "Ha! Take that you rotten goblin! Hope you can see well enough to make it to the planes! Haha! Get it?! He has no head!!! Don't worry my dear friend, my aim is true and sharp!" Reigar says to Fergor to assure him of the tactic. Then he proceeds to begin reloading again. Efficiently cleaning out the bore and loading another charge of powder. Swiftly and with fine skill. All the while the gunslinging gnome watches the rest of the companions take the remaining goblins.
"See you big dumbo!" Reigar shouts at Fergor as they round the corner to find the goblins. When Natalie casts her spell and Fergor gets larger the little gnome starts giggling. "ooh, the irony! Now he's a giant dumbo!!" Gnome humor, like a child's.
Upon letting loose a charge of black powder the gnome quickly starts reloading his musket to take another shot.
Reigar straps his musket in his back holster and walks up to the rope. Inclining his head to see the ledge, "That's a climb for my size. One of you best catch me." With that he rubs his hands together and tries.
The little gnome manages to hoist himself to the top. He pulls his body up and over and proceeds to brush himself off and fix his hat. Looking down at the rest of the party Reigar quips, "Come now, don't lollygag. We any finished yet."
Reigar lets out a loud whoop as he watches the snake die. Being the first critter he's killed, he's pretty excited. He quickly slides down the rope and goes to stand near it's carcass and his companions. "Wooh! Did you all see that?! Haha, foul beast never stood a chance! None of you came to harm? Well, where to next?" While waiting for a response Reigar takes the chance to reload his musket. Everready for a challenge.
Reigar was waiting behind the group to cover the path behind them from any unwanted guests when he hears the distressed voices of his companions. He looks closely and spots the reason. Quickly he takes aim and readies himself to shoot.
Reigar uses his higher positioning to take a shot. Squinting his eyes and relaxing his breath he softly squeezes the trigger. A small cloud of score emits from the musket with a loud crack.
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